I’ve decided to repost all of my “Mike Needs a Life” blog here for the amusement and edification of everyone involved (Mostly me). I haven’t read any of this since I started this Conch Tales blog, and that was almost a year ago. And it’s been almost 2 years since I got laid off in the first place and started blogging about my life to try to find some direction after being thrown into a tailspin by corporate malaise.
It’s pretty amusing to read, at least for me, because as I look back over these old posts, I realize that my outlook on life has been significantly altered in the time between the great layoff and now.
This stuff is all pre-Conch Tales, and as such, is kind of a different voice, but you can definitely see the events that lead to this blog being created. It’s probably going to take me a few days at least to get these all posted, so check back to the link below if you’re interested in reading them; they won’t post here on the front page because I’m posting them with their original dates, so that they fall in behind all of the current Conch Tales stuff.
I’ve put them all in their own catagory here: http://www.conchtales.com/category/mnal/ They’re numbered and of course in true blog fashion, you have to read from bottom to top to go in order.
Read on, and I hope you enjoy them as much as I did!
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This cat cracks me up. She comes out every afternoon and works the sidewalk in front of our apartment. I’m not sure where she lives, but I’m pretty sure it’s in the crack-house boarding house next door to us.
She lounges on the sidewalk all afternoon and gets more attention that Pope John Paul on easter sunday. I’ve never seen a cat work the crowds like this little beauty does… not a single local nor tourist can resist her wiles. Everyone stops to pet her. EVERYONE. I’m deathly allergic to cats and I stop every day to show her the love.. I just can’t resist, she is such a sweetheart.
I think this cat just may be a wizard in disguise… Gandalf after falling into the pit.. Yoda after fading away.. Ronny James Dio reincarnated… I don’t know, but there are supernatural powers at play here, and I for one am not taking any chances! RUB THE BUDDHA!
Key West definitely has it’s share of cultural icons.. the jogging guy in the red hat.. WOO HOO!.. Magic Frank.. Captain Tony.. Mongo.. and this cat. Better get used to it, there’s a new sheriff in town!
Definitely stop by and give her a chin scratch, your day will go much better if you do!
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| A rare shot of Frank not mugging for the camera.. oh wait… |
Thirteen years ago this past Saturday, a magical thing happened in Key West. Frank Everhart Jr. had a birthday, and for his birthday he wanted just one thing… a Magic Bar. The universe looked down upon Key West that fateful May the 15th and decided that a little magic was just what Key West needed, so with a little help from the good folks at Schooner Wharf, it came to pass that Frank’s Magic Bar was born.
For me it all started way back when…
I met Frank for the first time in 2009 when I was looking for something to get involved with during Fantasy Fest. I had recently moved to Key West and was unemployed and bored silly. I think it was sometime in July when I was searching the internet for events that I might get involved in to make use of my long history of Halloween decorating and party throwing. I stumbled across the link to the Haunting of Fort Zachary Taylor and though to myself.. HEY, this is IT! Perfect!
I sent an email to the volunteer link saying that I was looking to get in on some Halloween fun, and could they perhaps use some help? I got an email back from this guy Frank Everhart that said: “sure, why don’t you come down to the Magic Bar and we’ll talk about it”.
Magic bar? I must confess.. at this point I was beginning to wonder just what I’d gotten myself into. I’d been to Schooner Wharf many times, and in fact counted it as one of my favorite places in Key West, but I’d never seen any Magic Bar there. On top of that, I was into the gruesome horror-movie type Halloween decorations, not some namby-pamby kids-magic-cupcakes-and-juice-boxes Halloween crap. It’s a testament to how seriously bored and antsy I was at that point in my life, that against all of my better judgement, I put my trepidations behind me, and trekked down to the Magic Bar to see just what I’d stepped in.
And down the rabbit hole I went.
I stepped into Franks world that fateful summer, and I haven’t quite been the same since. I had an absolute blast working on the Haunted Fort (posts about that here), and I made a fantastic friend in the process. Frank is one of the most genuine people you will ever meet. He’s a true entertainer, and basically just a big wide-eyed child trapped in a tall lanky body. Frank is like that proverbial kid in the candy shop, except that his candy shop is Key West. He works hard, plays hard, and is forever looking for ways to raise money for charities and help folks have a good time.
Frank kind of took me under his wing that summer and made sure to drag me out of the house when I was wallowing in the unemployment blues. He showed me around, introduced me to a huge number of people, made me talk on the phone to Gunnar “Leatherface” Hansen, introduced me to the ring toss game, got me drunk a lot (and always offered to pay), and just generally made me feel welcome in my new city. Oh yeah, he also ran my ass ragged working on the haunted fort! Frank, I love you man, I can’t thank you enough for everything!
I’ve waffled back and forth in the past year since meeting Frank about wether I should write about him in this blog or not because I’m always leery of crossing some line of personal exposure on the ‘net with my friends. I signed on for living my foibles and follies through this blog for (hopefully) people’s amusement, but the people around me didn’t, and I don’t really want anyone feeling uncomfortable because I’m writing about them.
But then I just decided.. fuck it. Frank is a pretty public figure, and it’s not like I’m telling everyone he sleeps nude in a coffin or anything, so whatever. Damn, I’m rambling off course again. Anyways..
The birthday/anniversary party was a smashing success
There were roving clowns blowing up balloons and making roses for the ladies, there was a fantastic show on stage by the great Levent, there was cake, there were cupcakes, there was magic, there was drunken mayhem.. there were dogs and cats… living together!.. MASS HYSTERIA!!
What more could you want? What? A famous musician? Well, just when I thought it couldn’t get any more awesome, I turned around and who was sitting at the Magic Bar? Clarance Clemons! Woah! How cool is that? I tried a couple of times to get a good photo of Frank with Clarence, but so many people were milling around trying to get photos too, that I just decided to not be part of the paparazzi and let the man eat his chicken wings in relative peace.
Around 11:00 Christina and I began wearing down. It had been a long day; we’d met up with Frank for brunch at Dante’s at 10:30, and of course, what’s brunch without bloody mary’s and an icepick or two.. maybe a Jaeger shot.. what the fuck… We left dante’s around noon sometime and went to a going away BBQ in new town for a Navy friend, then went straight down to Schooner’s from there. Phew.. it was time to pack it in. I don’t wanna suggest that I’m getting old, but, you know..
So we left Frank to his party and dragged ass home only to learn the next morning that just as soon as we walked out Clarence took to the stage and finished out the night playing with the band! ARGH! Of all the times to leave the party early! Curses!
Anyhoo..
Frank, here’s to many more Happy Birthdays, and many more Magic Bar anniversaries! I don’t know what Key West would be like without you. Cheers my friend!
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| Wayne, Aunt Ruth, Mamma Frank, Frank, and Evelina |
The most awesome Levent |
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Frank talking to Clarence Clemons |
UPDATE: Here’s a photo of Frank with Clarence that I HiJacked off of the Schooner Wharf FB Page. I hope they don’t sue me.
From left to right: Clarence Clemons, Unknown HAWT girl, Frank Everhart Jr., Evalina Worthington, and Paul Worthington. Rock on you guys..
Last night Christina and I wandered down to the Green Parrot around 10:30 to take in some musical culture ala Bill Wharton AKA The Sauce Boss. If you’re unfamiliar, The Sauce Boss plays ‘florida slide guitar blues’, and he plays it pretty darned well. We’d caught part of his show about 9 months earlier, but had somewhere else to be that night so we couldn’t stay, but we vowed that night that we’d be back the next time he came to town.
Bill cooks up some serious blues, and some serious gumbo… While he plays. Yes, he cooks gumbo right on stage in a huge pot during the show. The first time we saw him all we could do was smell the gumbo before we had to leave, it was maddening.. this time we finally got to eat some! And it was gooooood. It was a little on the bland side, but I guess when you’re cooking for strangers you have to be a bit lenient on the spice. But not to fear, because he serves it up with his own hot sauce; “Liquid Summer”. A few splashes of that, and the taste was right as the rain!
Bill definitely knows how to please a crowd, and he plays with some serious energy. The whole place was up and dancing the whole time. I highly recommend that you go see The Sauce Boss if you get a chance to!
Since moving to Key West almost a year ago we’ve encountered many wonderfully cool and eclectic people. Some of which we’ve become fast friends with, some we’re holding at arm’s length! In the fast friends category some are in the Coast Guard, and as such are at risk of being re-stationed. Three of those Coast Guard friends are leaving the island this month for greener pastures.
I’ve never been one for big goodbyes, because I do believe good friends will always be just that, and distance can’t take that friendship away. And hey, this is the digital age, I communicate online with people more than I do face to face anyways. That being said, Eric, Danny, and John.. I will miss you guys! I’m sure you’ll be back to visit sooooon.
With that I’m going to leave you with a few of photos.
This one is of Danny jumping into the Key West Bight the evening of his going away party at Dante’s. He had a choice of either getting thrown into the pool or the bight. He chose the high road and decided to thrown himself into the bight for our amusement. Danny was always ready to amuse the crowd by snorting hot mustard or pouring lime juice into his eyes. Danny.. I didn’t know you well, but you made me laugh, and the huge group of loyal friends you have here speaks volumes about your character. Go in peace brother!
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And where would I be in Key West right now without Eric (Below). I met Eric while working on the Haunted Fort and he immediately welcomed Christina and I into his circle of friends and made us feel at home. Most of the people I know and count as friends right now are such because of my friendship with Eric. His graciousness and hospitality are unequalled, and he knows exactly when to escalate a bad situation with a carefully placed plate of mustard, ninja-style. Dude, I’m going to miss you most of all.. well, I’m going to miss your courtyard pool, your smoker, and your Porktoberfest parties, but I’ll miss you too! SNIF! Have fun in Georgia!
I promise to keep Key West warm for you!
