As I reported in an earlier blog post, one of my big events this summer happened this past Thursday, when I went Incommunicado (and for some reason I had to send a text message to tpgoddess telling her (someone that would appreciate it) that I was going incommunicado as I turned off my cell phone.
This is MY review, you can check buffett news for a more official version, with links to two reviews.
First of all, kudos to Spouse. I don’t know if you’ll believe this — but I, yours truly, ramblingmom, AM the people his parents warned him about. Yet he still married me and puts up with the Fruitcakes I want to go to concerts with.
Back in March we got tickets (the day they went on sale) for Thursday’s concert. And we waited and waited and waited, and eventually the day of the concert dawned.
Now, if I were going to put in an order for what kind of weather I’d want for an outdoor concert, I’d want it to be coolish — not cold but not hot. Certainly not humid, and no thunderstorms. I don’t think we could have had a more perfect day/night.
Having limited time (and money) we opted to pack a picnic to have in the parking lot of the concert. I don’t think we’d call it full fledged tailgating — as we weren’t there as early as the serious tailgaters, but at least we enjoyed some chicken, some cheese and crackers, and the required margaritas (I forgot the veggies — yet somehow life went on).
We went into the concert and got our (cheap, far away, and high up) seats. We were hanging and part way through the first set one of the people from the group behind us came and told them that there were good seats in another section. A song or two later Spouse and I were discussing whether or not to wander over and see what the other section was like when we heard a sudden really LOUD tumbling noise. I guess someone had pushed his neighbor down the stairway. The guy that had landed at the bottom of the stairs (next to Spouse) had gotten up and was looking at the top of the stands. I told Spouse “LEAVE NOW” Spouse started doing what most people do — and watching the actions and I repeated “LEAVE NOW” so we did. I reported to the nearest usher about the disturbance and went in the other direction. I’m not a big fan of drunks (so WHAT was I doing at a JIMMY BUFFETT concert??) but ANGRY drunks are to be avoided at all costs.
By the time I left my clothes smelled like a mix of cheap beer (somehow when the drunk tumbled down the stairs I got something spilled on me) (actually — bad beer, not really cheap because bad beer was $8 a glass – and we didn’t buy any) and cigarette smoke (even though smoking wasn’t allowed). My legs we a bit tired because even though we moved to different “seats” I rarely “sat” down during the concert. My voice was sore, and I knew I’d be wiped the next day.
In other words it was AWESOME!!!!!!!
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1 Hey Good Lookin’ (Jimmy solo acoustic)
14 Skinny Woman (with Fingers Taylor and the Juke Joint Duo)
Yeah — these outfits do match. A few years ago Chip’s school had a dinner dance/fundraiser with a Luau theme, as I had nothing appropriate to wear I bought us some Hawaiian wear. So it’s been sitting in the closet for a while and I figured I’d drag it out cause this was the PERFECT place to wear it.