Rowan's Round of Days

Last night was the long-awaited Jimmy Buffett & the Coral Reefer Band gig at Shoreline. I had cancelled 4th Tuesday dinner which month so mr_kurt and I could go. And y'know what? It was to totally worth it! We had lawn seats and it was freezing but we had brought lots of blankets and a picnic and managed to have a great time grooving to the tunes and eating sushi and other Whole Foods goodies Kurt had picked up. I tried his strawberry margarita but I am still tequila challenged, it just doesn't taste good to me.

I really love the crazy energy of Parrotheads. And the strange fashion sense... I want a purple irridescent hula skirt too! And that Salty Piece of Land t-shirt with a pirate parrot skull & crossbones (no sign of one on ebay though). At one point a nearby dancer came and gifted us with a glass of lager. Not that either of us drink beer really, but it was a nice gesture. There wasn't much of a parking lot party... no doubt the cold damped the tropical attitude. And there seemed to be a Parrothead club party of some kind that preceded the concert inside shoreline. (A good Cajun band was playing when we arrived, I meant to try and figure out who they were but got in line instead. The imperative of lawn seating won.) Kurt ran into Loren somewhere in the concession area but I didn't see him. He had a real seat rather being up on the lawn with us cheapskates.

I got home a bit after 11pm which is way too late for me to be especially competent this afternoon. Luckily there are magazines to be checked in. Plus mdlbear turned me on to Kevin & Kell after I send him an Ozy & Millie strip. Oh the goodness of the web. I have 2500 Kevin & Kells to catch up with! *laugh* I guess a childhood steeped in Pogo attracted me to surreal animal strips for life.