On Saturday night, we decided it was high time to refill our reserves of “drink.” We’d consumed much of it in Hebron, in an attempt to lighten the load on the trailer. I suppose it helped a little, but as I mentioned earlier, the load was still way too heavy. At least we weren’t forced to stop alongside the highway to guzzle bottles of liquor. Getting rid of it early was a great excuse to have a few fun evenings.
Florida is much different than Connecticut when it comes to selling alcohol. In Connecticut, you have to hunt and peck around for it – its purchase used to be forbidden on Sundays, after 8pm on days it was sold and relegated to specifically designated vendors. You could purchase beer in the grocery store, but as far as the rest, you’d need to visit custom shops.
New York isn’t much better. They have their time limits and specifications, but as far as restricting the purchase of what I’m talking about here, Connecticut was the most conservative I’ve seen. Luckily, I believe they’ve recently lessened the burden to the populace with more lenient legislation. I’m not sure what that is, but I think you can buy on Sundays now.
Florida, on the other hand, offers you a beer while waiting at the gas station for a free pump. Not really, but they do sell wine at each and every food store. I’m not sure of the hours, but I think as long as the store is open, you’re in luck. And they sell the good stuff too. Not only cooking wine. I picked up a bottle of 7 Deadly Zins (which is the best red zin I’ve ever had) the first week we were here. I got that in Publix and upon discovery of the wine selection, I immediately began texting pictures to my friend back in New York. I never text pictures, but I’ll tell you, I was excited.
Down there, they have a store called, “ABC Fine Wine & Spirits.” I discovered this while driving back from Jiu-Jitsu practice last week. Since the store looked huge and since Laura and I were pretty much jonesing for a drink, I suggested we drive over to give it a shot.
You have to see this place. They have the hugest selection of this stuff I’ve ever seen. It’s like a grocery store for liquor. Holy man. I walked in and was utterly amazed. And get this, they even sell the surrounding complements to anything you’d like to consume – salt, mixes, juices – everything. When I was at the checkout line, I told the lady behind the counter that I wasn’t coming back. I told her the place was dangerous and she just laughed. I think she’d heard that before.
After making my purchase, I returned to the car and informed Laura that I was going to take her on a little cruise to the beach. It was dark out and I was fairly certain that we would be the only ones there. She didn’t flinch, so off we went.
Earlier that week, I passed by a really nice part of the coastline that I mentioned in an earlier post. Since she hadn’t seen it yet, I was excited to show her.
We drove up A1A, all the way past Marineland and past the beach.It was dark and since I had little experience with where I was going, I drove right by. Not a bad thing though, because the weather was beautiful and what’s better than driving up the coast at midnight with the sunroof open? Not much.
When I realized I had gone too far, I did a u-turn and headed back south, found the parking lot and stopped the car. We walked up the boardwalk and down to the sand.
Here’s the thing – when I visited the same area the days previous, it was low tide. Huge areas of flat beach were sitting and waiting to be enjoyed. I was able to walk way out into the water and only have it rise to the level beneath my knees. During the night of our visit, the tide was high. There was virtually no beach to be enjoyed and all we saw were huge pieces of coral – the same coral I already took pictures of in my last post.
We still had a good time though, even though the beach has disappeared. It was a spur of the moment event and those are my favorite. We were all alone out there and the wind was blowing, making for a good time. We even spotted a weird looking white crab (later determined to be called a Ghost Crab) hiding in the rocks. I wish I had taken my camera for a shot of this thing. It was pretty wild.
If we decide to go night-beaching again, I think we’re going to go to the other one in the Hammock Beach area. That’s where all the resorts are and this one has virtually no rocks. It’s wide open and usually pretty desolate. It’s also closer.