said the guy's garbage bag/shirt at the Jimmy Buffett concert yesterday. My first anniversary present was tickets to this concert and it was Dave's first Jimmy concert ever. We were very excited but the days leading up to this concert confirmed everyone's worries. Yes, we would experience Hanna, the hurricane, during the Saturday night concert time.
Now, for all you parrotheads out there who love Jimmy Buffett as much as I do realize the irony of this. Jimmy Buffett, a hurricane, concert, etc. Heck, he even has a song named "Tryin to Reason with the Hurricane Season". I thought to myself, 'this is my Notre Dame football game. If it's raining, we are still going' and Dave never voiced any concern or disgruntlment about the weather and this monumental event. Friday night, Dave gets an email from Stubhub alerting him the concert time has been moved from 8pm to 3pm.
On Saturday morning, at 11:15 Dave and I are out the door. We have a change of clothes, some rain gear and a 6 pack of beer. We didn't plan to tailgate for hours b/c of the worrisome weather. Enduring a concert in the rain is very different from tailgating in the rain. So we arrive around 1. Walk around, armed with our tall-boy Miller Lite (we tailgate in STYLE) and Dave experiences a very subdued Parrothead crowd. Sure, there were RVs that looked like pirate ships and women flashing for jello shots. Shrimp on the BBQ and lobsters boiling in pots heated on a char-grill. It was a honed-down version of a Buffett concert, but still the grass skirts, hawaiian shirts, beads, coconut bras and one, very exposed, very hairy... fairy. He had on some red roushing materials, something thonglike- I saw his butt crack, and looked like a nutcase and a fairy. Lovely.
So as the time gets closer to get to the concert, Dave and I head in, armed with a waterproof blanket, rain jacket and a Landshark Lager flag we picked up on the way in. We find a great spot in the lawn, close to the bottom, front and center. We sit leisurely, sipping more beer waiting for the concert to start. It begins with some guys on stilts dancing to 'Feeling HOT HOT HOT' (which it was. It was hot and humid. Sticky hot and humid- but no rain... yet.)
Jimmy Buffett comes out next, he's in a T shirt, shorts and no shoes. He sings a few songs I never heard (must be newer) then starts to sing an old song. As the skies open and and Hanna lets loose her fury. And what did the parrotheads do? Dance, laugh, sing and embrace the hurricane. Jimmy made a few comments about the weather out in the lawn (much of the seating was covered, but not the lawn). So he sings and sings. And we wet Parrotheads dance and laugh and sing. I look down at our waterproof blanket and there is a slowly growing river of water running over it, so I ball it up and shove to the side. The rain comes down harder, the beer flows better, the music continues. Then the rain stops. The music and dancing do not. MAN, it was fun. Then the rain begins, harder this time. People are slipping and falling into the mud (or sliding down it like a dirty slip N slide), Jimmy Buffett is singing and enjoying himself, and I did too. Man, I had a great time. It was so fun, rain included. It was so perfect, at a Jimmy Buffett concert, to be stuck in a hurricane and the concert still went on. In my opinion, the concert ended rather quickly- he came out for only one encore even though I was yelling for him to sing more, it was a great concert, as always. And I think Dave had fun too! I love that boy!