Why don’t we get drunk and…

This was our big Buffett weekend and, as usual, it was a blast. Cowboy, SuperHusband and I took the RV on Friday and were set up and ready for drinking – in a prime spot I might add – by 5pm. (We questioned the greatness of our location the next day, however, when we learned the chunky girls across from us couldn’t keep their shirts on…)

Our Friday night was pretty tame…although we stayed up much too late. We ended up playing RockBand until about 3am with some people a few RVs over. I sang Wanted Dead or Alive about 4 times. Poorly, I must add and, of course, extra loudly (ed: why is it you are always about 30 times louder after a few beers?).

Since we drank dinner on Friday (and aren't anywhere near 21 any more), we were hurting on Saturday morning. Thankfully, another RV-er, who watched the hockey game with us Friday night, came over and brought me a huge plate of eggs and potatoes. Oh. My. God. They were so freakin’ good (we paid him back in Bloody Marys). All of the people at Buffett are like that – share and share alike. It’s awesome (and one of the things that makes it so great).

Anyway, our group came throughout the early afternoon. We probably had about 35 or so friends from college, high school and others. It was awesome. We spent a lot of time catching up and, of course, cruising the parking lot. A few highlights:

1. We took random shots of rotgut tequila from strangers
2. Did several Jello shots ($1 each to support breast cancer awareness – genius!)
3. I saw the biggest pair of natural boobies I’d ever seen in my life (with a big ole tat around one nipple!)
4. We boarded a pirate ship
5. Danced with new friends
6. Saw way too many people dressed inappropriately (the guy in the blue speedo we see every year was there again…)
7. And drank. A lot.

Oh – I can’t forget that I FINALLY met TheProfessor’s new man, Red. He’s awesome, of course. And he drinks Budweiser, which you don’t see too often. That gave him a few bonus points right there. That, coupled with the fact that he is obviously crazy about my BFF makes him a winner in my book.

But the greatness doesn’t end there…It wasn’t until the concert that the absolute coolest part of the whole day occurred.

OK. If you’ve ever been to a Buffett concert, you know that throughout the day they film the parking lot shenanigans and play the best clips on the jumbotrons during one of the songs. Well guess who made it to the ‘tron this year? My very own SuperHusband!!!! They filmed him cooking sausages on the grill, doing his Aggie “Gig ‘em” thing. When it came on, I was SO excited I was screaming to everyone, “That’s my husband!!! Oh my God!!" He was at the very end and they stayed on his picture longer than the others. (Obviously because they could tell how cool he is!)

It’s kind of funny that of all of us, SH made the cut…he can’t stand Buffett (he does, however, enjoy drinking outside during the day and loves me a lot, so he goes with us). But at least we had one family representative up there!

So there you have it. Another great year with the Parrot Heads. Or as SuperHusband categorizes them...Deadheads with Money.

Its a son of a gun of a chorus...

So this is the big Buffett weekend. TheProfessor (and the new boyfriend I get to meet Saturday!) touched down at 4am this morning (seven hours later than planned thanks to the crappy weather). I talked to her this afternoon and she'd just opened her first beer and was getting ready to kick off vacation. I thought she'd be further along...it was 4pm after all. I guess we're getting older.

So the Buffett concert...only a few of us are actually going. The group gets smaller every year, but as long as TheProfessor goes, I'm there, too. Interestingly enough, I do like him and even know a few songs, but my favorite song he sings at the concert isn't even his...it's Southern Cross by Crosby, Stills and Nash. Not sure if Young was in on that one or not, but Jimmy definitely wasn't.

Anyway, despite my sinus infection (which is much better...thanks for asking), I'm excited. I've been fielding e-mails from the girls figuring out who is bringing what on Saturday, what time we're meeting in the famous Buffett parking lot, what we're wearing and other important details. SuperHusband, Cowboy and I are leaving tomorrow afternoon to secure our spot in the RV parking lot and get everything set up (the t.v. is a critical detail as playoff hockey is tomorrow and the NFL draft is Saturday).

Did I mention I'm bringing my rollerskates?

Not sure how cocktails and skating will work, but as long as I don't step on a poptop, I think I'll be alright.

Beer, Buffett and BFFs!

I still have the crud. I don't really know what it is, but I basically feel like I've been hit by a freight train, have a massive headache (which has won the battle against Aleve, Advil PM and supersonic prescription-strength Motrin more times than I'd like to remember this week) and on-again-off-again nausea and sore throat. On the plus side, I think this week is going to end on a high note! Here's why:

1. Jimmy Buffett is coming to town! Who-hoooo! As much as I love my metal gods, there's nothing like the parking lot at a Jimmy Buffett concert. I mean, really. Where else can you take shots of rotgut Tequila off of a water ski, swim in a stranger's blow-up pool (complete with sand!), karaoke, bob for apples in Vodka and share food with 100s of strangers? There's nowhere else, my friend. Only at Buffett!

2. My BFF (TheProfessor) is coming from the cold north to go to the concert with us! This is a tradition that stems back to our college days. I've lost count of the number of times we've attended, but it just gets better every year! (Especially now that we don't have to take any green-haired sorority sisters with us....) Plus, I haven't seen her in AGES and I miss her like crazy! Our late-night weekend calls to each other (fueled by alcohol, generally) just aren't sufficing!

3. I received a belated birthday present in the mail today from TheProfessor. A pair of Reef flip flops, complete with beer openers on the bottoms. How cool is that!?! (Well, once you get past the fact that you're putting something that's been touching the ground on the beer bottle where your mouth will soon go. It's okay, though...I can drink faster than the bacteria can travel.)
Cute, huh? I'm generally a Havaianas girl, but these puppies are COMFY and super-cute!

So, the week is looking up! But I guess after laying on the couch and sleeping in between such cinematic masterpieces as The Astronaut Farmer, The Covenant (Shut up! Riggins from Friday Night Lights is HOT!), Selling Innocence and Vacancy...there's only way you can go!