Tag: Ybor

Home Again.

I’m home again.  It’s bittersweet.  36 hours, five airports, three airlines, and four hours of sleep — I’m ready for some comfy clothes and a long nap.  I love traveling, though – even the craziness of airports and the random weird events that I inevitably encounter.  This was definitely and adventure; if you see me in person drinking my Coco-Corona at King Corona in Ybor, ask about the 3 am Philly excitement, and I’ll fill you in!


Oh, GaYbor.

The Man and I went out last night.  We’ve been trying to hit the strip one night a week, even if it’s just for a coffee and some people watching.  It’s nice to get away for an hour or two, relax, take in the sights.  What started as a coffee at King Corona ended with an adventure at Southern Nights, lol.  My favorite bartender made me some wonderful vodka concoction, I got to watch boys in underwear dance, and for once a fabulous hair night didn’t go to waste.  God, I love this town!


We Are America

There has been a lot of not-so-great news lately.  The Pulse club shooting left many of my friends in Ybor devastated (RIP, Top Hat Eddie).

Recently John Cena shot a PSA in Ybor – right on 7th Avenue.  It was all very hush hush, and they were there and gone in a day.  I got the impression that it may have even been a last-minute kind of thing, but since he lives in Tampa … maybe not.

In any case, this is the final result, and I’m in love. We Are America.

(Also, if you’ve ever been to 7th Avenue, play the “how many businesses can you name” game with me.  Hint: the giant American flag is hanging off of the balcony of Hamburger Mary’s in Centro)






In some parts of the country, people wait for the arrival of birds or flowers to herald the beginning of spring.  Here in Tampa, I anxiously await the announcement of the yearly Sugar Party at the Honey Pot – right here in Ybor.

The theme changes from year to year, but you’re always assured of amazing confections, unique entertainment, and enough free drinks to keep me on the edge of tipsy for the night.  It’s the only event in Tampa that I am guaranteed to attend – no matter what – and this year was the first time that The Man has been able to attend with me.  Yay for kids finally being old enough to stay alone for a few hours!

Of course, we did what any self-respecting couple would – found matching outfits that coordinated with this years Asian theme, got dressed up, and went out to adult for a few hours.  The Man and I have very few photos together, so enjoy the rare sighting.

The party was fabulous, as always, and I discovered a new summer addiction.  Small Town Brewery has created the most delicious alcoholic root beer I’ve ever put in my mouth – it’s dangerously good.  The Man prefers the ginger ale, but I think he’s wrong.  Whichever flavor *you* prefer, it’s worth picking up a six pack and keeping it in the fridge.