Fantasy Fest 2018: Wednesday, October 23, 2018
A few of today's events: Disco at Duval Central, Tarzan 'n Jane at the Green Room, Pet Masquerade (furry, feathery or slithery pets, proceeds to the Lower Keys Friends of Animals) at Truman Waterfront Park, Cheraoke (yes, THAT Cher) at The Gates Hotel, Performance Art by local talents at The Customs House, Dance Party at the Sunset Pier Mallory Square, Blue Party at Lucy's Retired Surfers Bar , Homemade Bikini Contest at Smokin' Tuna Saloon, Fogarty's Red Party, Sex Bull Riding Contest (at Cowboy Bill's of course), ABC Party at Sandbar Sports Grill for starters.
Every event has a theme. If you think there's a tsunami of crimson at an Alabama home game, check out the Red Tide at Fogarty's Red Party. A cocktail of techno/disco music gives partiers a reason to shake their booties. The bar is packed, shots of rum vie with cups of cold beer to put a flush on our cheeks on a gloriously warm Key West night. Wearing red is not required, wearing a smile will do just fine.
It's nigh unto impossible to walk by the street-side patio without being drawn into the energy field called Fogarty's Red Party.
You might even be greeted by princesses!
Wearing red is not required to enter the party, wearing a smile will do just fine.
The sedentary are in a distinct minority; dancing, solo or with a like-minded celebrant, spontaneously breaks out often...
Sometimes on the floor, sometimes on a table top.
Red, white, and blue, the doctor is in...and the crowd soaks in the vibe.
Hugh and his bunny; did i say dancing is breaking out?
Well, you get the idea...over the top (or bottom) costumes get guffaws; satisfaction reigns.
A disco king and his court; this guy had all the moves to act out lyrics of the songs, was happy to teach then pose with everyone.
The usual vast array of costumes and people wearing them; other parties on Duval Street are inside the pubs. The Red Party at the edge of the sidewalk, is wide open...and not many can resist the beckon to step through the gate.
Little Red Riding Hoods, no wolves, only admirers in attendance.
The Riviera without the sand...
No doubt about it, music sets a mood.
Yes, ma'am that calls for a photo - the guy attaches a string to his ding and bobs it around like a yoyo.
Photos by Paul A. Tamburello, Jr.
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