After a few hours at my parents place, we hit the road again for a 20 min. drive to Ft. Myers Beach. Our paradise awaited us. There were drinks, music, sand, the Gulf, a beautiful breeze, did I mention drinks?

We did have a bit of a problem sneaking all of our stuff into the room. We rented a room for two people, there were five of us. But with a little convincing (ass-kissing) by my part to the night clerk, things went off without a hitch.

We sat on the second level hotel porch (as showed in picture on page 1) overlooking both the main strip of Ft. Myers Beach, and the actual Beach. A huge Corona filled Cooler was brought out by my brother, as I asked the bartender in the hotel bar to cut some limes for us (no silverware in the room).

Spirits were high, and the gulf breeze was intoxicating. Well, it was probably the Corona that was intoxicating. Vera played guitar and sang to us, but she was drowned out by a guy who was playing corny Dave Mathews covers from the bar across the street.

Later we all (minus one sick, and sober Colombian) went to sand to play music. People started to gather around us to listen. The only thing missing was a bon-fire (they donít allow open flame on the beach)

Morning (mid-afternoon) came, and we geared up the car for a trip to West Palm Beach. After lunch, it was time to head to the cause of the trip. We were RADIOHEAD bound.

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