I survived Jimmy Buffet
Seriously. It was touch and go for a while there. But I made it. Mentally and physically.
Let's start at the beginning.
I don't care for Jimmy Buffett (#understatement). The music, the culture, the parrots. None of it. No offense to anyone of course. It's just not my thing.
But when your friend is turning 40 and you have the opportunity to surprise her and attend a Jimmy Buffett concert -- something she really loves -- you're there in a heartbeat.
And here's the thing:
It was fun as hell.
Turns out, going to Buffett actually includes all the things I love: day drinking; naughty foods; silly costumes; dancing; making new friends; cold treats made with vodka. I even checked a couple things off my bucket list.
And my girls knew what they were doing. They set up our tailgate faster than roadies on a Van Halen tour. Two tents, a food table, chairs, a ladies room (#controversial), like 10 freakin' coolers, cocktails, DECOR and a pool filled with fresh cool water? Um yeah, that's the stuff.
Sure, the concert itself wasn't my cup of tea, but all the festivities leading up to that were pretty entertaining. Plus I was pretty hopped up on a combination of Fireball, rum punch and Lard Shark by the time the concert rolled around so I was doing A-OK.
How 'bout some pictures? First priority - the alcohol:
Oops, can't forget the penis ice luge (no, it wasn't ours):
Next, the entertainment. These dudes (Chuck & Dave....or is it John?) were set up right across from our tailgate. We couldn't have planned it better if we tried:
And most important of all, the crazy characters:
So much fun, so much laughing, such a big hangover. It was a great day and a great celebration for my fabulous friend Kristin, but I think I need to detox for about 6 weeks. Parrot-heads be crazy.