Fins

I went to see Jimmy Buffett with my dad last week. He’d never been, and I’ve only been once before, so we justified the insane price of the tickets by saying it was a once (or twice) in a lifetime event.

We got a late start but figured we’d be OK since everyone was supposed to be there tailgating all day before the concert; surely no one would be rolling in at 6.30p for the 8p concert so we should have avoided any traffic. Great plan except it was rush hour(s) in Detroit. And there were some other people who didn’t take the whole day off to tailgate so they were getting there at 6.30p too.

BUT – our luck improved as we pulled into the lot – I made a quick turn and next thing you know we’re being directed back to a primo parking spot. Nose toward the exit, first row of the lot. Shazaam!

My dad slammed a couple of margaritas and I nursed a beer, figuring one of us had to stay sober enough to drive home ;-)

As we walked into the venue, I was amazed at all the people who had their RVs set up, with grills and full bars and food and drinks and flags and all this crazy attire. I mean REALLY. Who in their right mind would spend all day in the sun grilling and drinking before watching someone perform for 2+ hours?

Hee hee.

So, the humor of it wasn’t lost on my dad and me. The second “these people are nuts for partying like this all day” came out of my mouth, I realized that it’s the same story, different parking lot for us on football Saturdays.

The show was fun, but would have been more funner if I didn’t have to be responsible and get us home. My dad was mad because he didn’t know all the words to all of the songs, so I have to burn him a CD of the show, with all the songs in order.

Forgive my shiny-ness, and please ignore the a-hole in the background ruining the photo.