We headed to Dallas, Texas, to make the annual trip for Jimmy Buffett.
We like Dallas because it’s a family visit as well. Detective Sandy’s brother Martin and wife Pam are big-time parrotheads.
Another reason is the venue. Pizza Hut Stadium in nearby Frisco is a great tailgating spot because it has acres of paved parking area. That’s important because the drunken parrotheads seem to navigate the golf carts with fewer problems.
If you have never been to a Buffett concert, you should go for several reasons. Among them:
I enjoy our annual Buffett trip.
My wife is obsessed by it.
It is her thing. She makes the arrangements and I keep quiet. She has Jimmy Buffet CDs, a Margaritaville tote bag for the lake, shirts, hats, parrothead Glock holster, handcuffs that play “Cheeseburger in Paradise” when you open them up
and just about everything else. As we passed the souvenir tent, the line was 20-deep for the $35 dollar T-shirts and $11 margaritas. She saw the traditional leis and shouted “I want a lei!”
Five guys rushed over.
After correcting the misunderstanding, we settled in and watched the show.
If you go to Buffett, you’re going to hear the same songs you heard last year, with two or three new ones thrown in. For the parrotheads, introducing a lot of new songs would be a disaster and who needs all those drunken guys in coconut bikini tops and grass skirts miffed?
One thing I have not had success with is my wife’s Holy Grail of an obsession of meeting Jimmy. Countless letters and endless e-mails get me nowhere with it — still. She tried the direct approach, but it seems the backstage security guys run pretty fast.
If you want to go next year, start saving now! If you’ve never been, go. It’s better than any trip to the zoo you’ve ever taken. The worst part is explaining the coconut bikini top in your baggage when you come through airport security.