Nor am I wearing a grass skirt and “coconut boobs” (as the Mister suggested…) But, I will be imbibing with people appropriately wearing both of those outfits. And where can one appropriately go dressed as a parrot or a hula girl, you ask? Why, only one place I can think of:
And while I have drunkenly belted out the lyrics to a many a rendition of Margaritaville, I’ve never cared enough to go buy actual concert tickets. Even though practically everyone I know has been and told tales of great fun… Concert going has been a big part of my life, too, (*ahhhh…. remembering the hippie days of my youth..*) and I love live music so very much. So, I don’t know why I’ve never been. Espeically somewhere that embraces public drunkeness so fully and completely… I mean, it’s downright un-American to go to a Buffett concert and not get drunk, isn’t it?
So, the absence of a Jimmy Buffett notch in my concert belt will be rectified this evening… And I’m spending the night. And missing Avery’s field day in the morning to do so. Does that make me a bad mommy? I think not. It will make me a very tired and hung over mommy by the time I get to Henry’s field day, but… Bad, no.
I can’t wait.