Babat’s Jimmy Buffet Experience

So I attended my second Jimmy Buffett concert last week. You gotta do it right; I took off work the day of the concert and also the day after. Wow, I must be a big Buffett fan, huh? Negative. A few friends are huge fans and initially had to talk me into it, but now I can say that everyone has to go at least once.

It’s not the music- I only know about 3 songs. It’s the ridiculous tailgating. We got there at about 2pm (the concert started at 8…I think). Now, if you’ve never been to a Buffett concert, you don’t know how freaking serious these people take it. I’m talking tents with sand, blow up palm trees, “margaritaville” and “parrothead” drawn all over car windows, huge Winnebago’s with Buffett flags sticking out the windows, etc. One guy in our group had even rented a porta-potti for $100. The problem was the venue didn’t allow trailors, so he’d have to lay it down in the back of his truck. Yeah, right. It was a great idea, though. I haven’t been so disappointed since I found out that those hover boards in “Back to the Future 2″ weren’t actually coming to a Toys R Us near me. The lying bastards.

Has anyone ever heard of Cornhole? No, not that. Someone in the group from Ohio (I mention this because I presume where they were from had something to do with it) brings 8 bean bags and these 2 pieces of wood with a hole in each piece. The object of the game is for you and your teammate to shoot as many bean bags into the hole, about 25 feet away. I’ve never heard of this game before in my entire life. And what do I see when I look to the group of people tailgating next to us? They’re playing Cornhole too! More Cornhole! Everywhere I look, Cornhole! What the heck are the odds of that? It’s sweeping the nation, people. Cornhole. It must have something to do with Ohio…

Naturally, as the concert was about to start, my buddy Rick and I decided to “finish up” his homemade jungle juice. Bad idea. This was after numerous games of flip cup and jello shots. We take a ton of shots each, and then it starts raining…no, make that POURING. Next thing I know, one of the people in our group was too wasted to get in, and I offered to go find her. An hour and a half later, I realize I’ve been walking in the rain around the venue by myself. No problem, I’m making random friends in the crowd. But as the concert is nearing a close, I realize that I didn’t drive, no one is picking up their cell phone, and I have no idea where the hotel is (heck, I don’t even know the name of it). Somehow I end up finding someone from our group, and it turns out that practically all of us got split up. This is proven when, after we were back at the hotel for about an hour and a half, we get a call from one of the people in our group that was attending Buffet for the first time. Her and two others were still at the venue…they had apparently left their car keys in one of the cars we used to leave in. Heh, heh…oops. That’s called “yo’ fault”.

Anyway, next time Buffet comes around, go. But go with people that have gone before. And drink a lot of water.

Oh, and the girl that was too drunk to get into the concert? She roamed around the parking lot for 2 hours and never got in. Now there’s $60 well spent!

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