Another fine day in the Conch Republic.

More Key West photo essay! Don't worry, we are running low on photos since we are running out of vacation days. The longer we were there, the fewer photos I took.

Jesus, what day is it already? Saturday? Sunday? Who knows? I think it was Saturday and we had just had lunch at a Cuban restaurant and then walked around the bone yard, I think. Around now the days were all kind of blurring together. Here's a photo of the Roommate at the Bourbon St Pub. We made a point of going there since we had visited the Bourbon St Pub in New Orleans on a trip there a few years ago. We lucked into a window table since it was nasty weather and early December is the slowest season for tourists in Key West.

While I was photographing the Roommate these trouble-makers goaded me into taking their picture. The guy with his shirt up, Gator (because he used to be an alligator wrestler and has a few fingers missing because of that profession) kept yelling at tourists on the tour train. He'd yell to the people in the last seats of the train "How do you like it in the rear?" and got a lot of laughs from pedestrians and bar patrons as well.

After making many new friends at the Pub we wandered over to Mallory Square to check it out and position ourselves for the evening shows. As I told you earlier Key West celebrates the sunset every evening by drinking and watching street performers. We wanted a good spot to watch the Cat Man of Key West.

Here is a very unattractive shot of yours truly. It is an attractive shot of the Roommate because that's how he rolls*. Check out the image on his T-shirt. He gets a lot of comments on it (too bad we got it in Canada, he could use a replacement soon).

Here we have a shot of the crazy Cat Man with Sara on the type rope, or as he calls her 'Saaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrraaaaaaa", foaming at the mouth and spitting all the while; Moon is jumping throuth the hoop. The Cat Man is a very popular performer at the Square.

Another shot of Moon jumping through the hoop. The cats also claw themselves to the Cat Man's chest as he runs around screaming. Compared to my Rufus this cat in not very talented. Compared to your average house cat he's Einstein.

After the fun and games at Mallory Square we wandered over to Duvall St again, probably ate dinner and settled in for drinks at Bourbon St. We had heard about a female impersonator there who actually sang her own songs, not lip synced. In the middle of her act she announced she needed a new boyfriend and picked 3 possibilities out of the audience. Of course the Roommate was not only one but also won hands down (audience chose him by applause).

His prize? A free drink and getting to sit onstage as Porsche serenaded him. Good times, good times. Porsche does a badass impression of Janis Joplin and Karen from "Will and Grace" as well. If you're ever in Key West I think you should definitely check out the show.

If you want to watch a video of Porche singing "My Guy" to the Roommate, click here. Shit, the link doesn't work so don't waste your time. I'll try to fix it or something.

* I think this term has already jumped the shark as I heard it spoken on prime time TV last night. This will probably be the last time you see it on this site because I roll like that (am cool and hip).