Hello Everybody!!!.
Went to Key West in the Key West Express from FT Myers.
(Very entertaining in the top deck if you like wind.)
With the sole idea of visiting friends. I managed not to drink through the trip. Water only.
For those of you not familiar with the area, Key West is full of temptation.
Once the boat docked, I see the 1st bar.
Passed by. Willpower level: High.
3 or 4 stores later, 2nd bar.
It was hot and humid at this time. Beer will do me good. Just one.
Willpower level: Medium-High.
Well, beer was too filling when I got to the 3rd bar. Next door.
Vodka will do me good. It did. Twice.
1st cigar shop. Willpower: so so. Passed by.
2 vodka shots in the next bar.
2nd cigar shop. I tried to choose a cigar, but the lady was nasty.
"Are you Cuban?" she says. "Since I was little" I reply.
"Cubans are impossible to please. They think they know cigars".
Time to go somewhere else. Like the next bar.
Could care less about the lady, only this time, I really wanted a cigar.
After 2 or 3 more drinks, I'm the one looking for a cigar shop.
Willpower level: Low to VERY LOW!!.
Our friends takes us to Mallory Square. To some Abuela"s something.
I'm sightly alicoraded by this time. I've found a good cigar shop.
The place has A/C, If not a humidor, Beats the cigars exposed to the sun.
There I met my old friend Arturo A. Fuentes. The short one is the best 1/2 hr in cigar smoking.
Willpower level: Next to Nothing.
"Let's have Cuban food at the restaurant", I begged. Trying to avoid Arturo.
After a good meal, my cravings will subside, I thought.
The order wan't even finish, and I'm shaking hands with my friend of more than 20 years.
The one that gave me a Stage II emphysema as a present.
To be brief (yeah, right) I ask to be guided to Margaritaville. Trying to cooperate with Jimmie.
It was full of people taking many pictures and drinking very little. Not my kind of place.
Sorry Jimmie. I still have all of your recordings, but your bar sucks.
Don't ask me the name of the next bar I went, cigar in hand, but there was nice music and good ole fellas.
Time to hop in the boat for the ride back. My wife employs all of her 115 lbs to drag me in.
Don't ask me how I ended up in the top deck again. But this time was different.
Hurricane force winds were cold. Very Cold. Exactly what I needed to sober up.
Only 2 very young girls and yours truly were up there. Where were the Macho man stooges?.
The wind did it's trick and after an hour, I'm given the car keys again. Life is good.
Arturo was safely kept by the missus, for when we get home.
By this time, I'm vaping 24mg tobacco flavor from my Cloupor mini.
Bye Arturo. "Throw that POS away" I told her.
THE END. Carlos.
P.S, I'm weak. Very weak. That's why I live in Cape Coral and not Miami.
Went to Key West in the Key West Express from FT Myers.
(Very entertaining in the top deck if you like wind.)
With the sole idea of visiting friends. I managed not to drink through the trip. Water only.
For those of you not familiar with the area, Key West is full of temptation.
Once the boat docked, I see the 1st bar.
Passed by. Willpower level: High.
3 or 4 stores later, 2nd bar.
It was hot and humid at this time. Beer will do me good. Just one.
Willpower level: Medium-High.
Well, beer was too filling when I got to the 3rd bar. Next door.
Vodka will do me good. It did. Twice.
1st cigar shop. Willpower: so so. Passed by.
2 vodka shots in the next bar.
2nd cigar shop. I tried to choose a cigar, but the lady was nasty.
"Are you Cuban?" she says. "Since I was little" I reply.
"Cubans are impossible to please. They think they know cigars".
Time to go somewhere else. Like the next bar.
Could care less about the lady, only this time, I really wanted a cigar.
After 2 or 3 more drinks, I'm the one looking for a cigar shop.
Willpower level: Low to VERY LOW!!.
Our friends takes us to Mallory Square. To some Abuela"s something.
I'm sightly alicoraded by this time. I've found a good cigar shop.
The place has A/C, If not a humidor, Beats the cigars exposed to the sun.
There I met my old friend Arturo A. Fuentes. The short one is the best 1/2 hr in cigar smoking.
Willpower level: Next to Nothing.
"Let's have Cuban food at the restaurant", I begged. Trying to avoid Arturo.
After a good meal, my cravings will subside, I thought.
The order wan't even finish, and I'm shaking hands with my friend of more than 20 years.
The one that gave me a Stage II emphysema as a present.
To be brief (yeah, right) I ask to be guided to Margaritaville. Trying to cooperate with Jimmie.
It was full of people taking many pictures and drinking very little. Not my kind of place.
Sorry Jimmie. I still have all of your recordings, but your bar sucks.
Don't ask me the name of the next bar I went, cigar in hand, but there was nice music and good ole fellas.
Time to hop in the boat for the ride back. My wife employs all of her 115 lbs to drag me in.
Don't ask me how I ended up in the top deck again. But this time was different.
Hurricane force winds were cold. Very Cold. Exactly what I needed to sober up.
Only 2 very young girls and yours truly were up there. Where were the Macho man stooges?.
The wind did it's trick and after an hour, I'm given the car keys again. Life is good.
Arturo was safely kept by the missus, for when we get home.
By this time, I'm vaping 24mg tobacco flavor from my Cloupor mini.
Bye Arturo. "Throw that POS away" I told her.
THE END. Carlos.
P.S, I'm weak. Very weak. That's why I live in Cape Coral and not Miami.
I don't think I'd even call yours a true relapse.... more of a "momentary lapse of reason"... 
