turtles dead and dante

Another one of Mariel's turtle's died today.  I found the little guy floating motionless in his tank this morning when I turned on the light and sprinkled in the food.

Since I'm not a doctor, or a coroner, I gave the guy the benefit of the doubt and put him on top of the the basking rock just to make sure.  Then when I got home tonight I found him floating again by the filter with lots of white viscous membranes around his head.

That's definitely dead.  The other turtle was swimming next to him, giving him his last rights or something.  Or maybe he was nibbling on the white viscous membranes.

Anyway, I picked up his little $9 body and plopped him in the ktichen trash with the used coffee filters and beer bottles.  And that's that.

It's seems like St. Pete is really gaining some momentum with its night life and dining.  I went to this brand new place called Bellabrava, where the Ovo used to be on Central Ave.  This place is pretty fancy.

How fancy was it?  Well, they had those little tiny hanging cone lights and and pretentious artwork and I couldn't really understand any of the entrees by reading the menu.

How fancy was it?

The black bartender's name was Dante.

Dante.

So what's it like when you start making six figures a couple times over?  Well, no more taco bell.

9:27:01 PM