If I needed corrective lenses to see properly, I wouldn’t wear contacts. Nor would I dare let anyone operate on my eyes. So at the bar Friday after work I borrowed Dang’s glasses to see what I might look like with glasses…
(serious, smart girl impression)
(yeah, back to dorky and happy me)
While we are experimenting with my looks, I should break out this photo from the archives. I am SO not a fan of straight hair on me, but what the hell. This was taken well over a year ago when the hair was a tad shorter and the Hedge was kind enough to spend forever straightening it for me.
In other more important news, I was thrilled to learn that Karl had bestowed upon me the the Beary Best Award. Dawg created this honor and Karl was kind enough to pass it along to me. Certainly it is wrong to say that I secretly have hoped for a while now that someone would bestow upon me some awesome little badge, but I’ll go ahead and admit that I have wanted one ever since this site went up back in March. Only took a few months. Yay! Thanks, Kawol!!
As I mentioned, things were a tad on the tame side for me this year at my annual Jimmy Buffett escapade. But don’t get me wrong, on the tame side does not equal boring! I found plenty of laughter, beer, sweaty nipples for me to use as a salt substitute for tequila shots (not that I normally use salt or lemon, I simply wanted to lick him…he was built!), beads, boats, juicy grapes, games, very attractive people who wanted me to apply temporary tattoos to them with my tongue, limbo contests, fun costumes, Jell-O shots, beer bongs, half nekkid people, new friends and much, much more (including kissing strangers in the beer line…wii!).
All in all, the concert and parking lot partying turned out to be pretty damn awesome this year. In fact, even something as simple as breakfast was fucking fantastic. Twinkle Twat (you might remember my cousin from our April adventure to Kentucky for the Maker’s Mark Mile) and I met rather early in the morning to get the coolers filled up and iced down, then we headed straight for Cracker Barrel and what they call “Grandma’s Breakfast.” Holy shit, those bastards put a lot of food on a table for just two people!
After that we got our chairs, coolers and crap loaded up on the bus and were drinking in the amphitheater parking lot well before 2 PM with existing friends (Six, his wife 16, My Wubbie, his wife) and plenty of new acquaintances…
Show started around 8 PM…
P.S. To the (obviously drunk) woman who wanted to fix my 37 year old self up with her son who is only 20, and who thought that my beautiful 27 year old cousin wasn’t as good a match, bless you. And thank you.
Oh, one final post script to da Monkey and the Irish Wonder. I missed you both desperately. Buffett is not the same without you ladies. (Ha, I called you ladies!) We have to get together again soon.
Wish I had the strength / energy for a great recap of the concert. But I am beat. And tomorrow at work comes all too early. So instead I leave you with some lyrics, the knowledge that I will eventually post the photos and my wish for your weekend to be clear skies and happiness.
I was supposed to have been a jesuit priest or a naval academy grad
That was the way that my parents perceived me
Those were the plans that they had
But I couldn’t fit the part too dumb or too smart
Ain’t it funny how we all turned out
I guess we are the people our parents warned us about
You know I coulda worked the rigs when the money was big
Or hopped a freighter south to trinidad
And when they tried to draft me I earned a college degree
Buyin’ time ’til things were not so bad
But then I got a guitar found a job in a bar
Playin’ acid rock ’til I was numb
Tell me where are the flashbacks they all warned us would come
Chorus:
We are the people, they couldn’t figure out
We are the people our parents warned us about
Hey hey, gardner mckay
Take us on the leaky tiki with you
Clear skies bound for shanghai
Sailing cross the ocean blue (do do do dooo)
So blue (do do do dooo oooh)
(do do do dooo)
(do do do dooo oooh)
Now I got quarters in my loafers tryin’ to fight inflation
When it only used to take a cent
Sometimes I wish I was back in my crashpad days
‘fore I knew what cash flow meant
Seems everybody’s joggin’ or heavy into health shit
Don’t tell me that I ought to get rolfed
’cause I love cajun martinis and playin’ afternoon golf
Chorus:
We are the people there isn’t any doubt
We are the people they still can’t figure out
We are the people who love to sing "twist and shout"
Shake it up baby
We are the people our parents warned us about (do do do dooo)
Id’n’ any doubt (do do do dooo oooh)
Hey hey hey (do do do dooo)
Gardner mckay (do do do dooo, gardner mckay)
(do do do dooo)
I wanna sail away today (do do do dooo oooh)
Isn’t any doubt (do do do dooo)
They warned us about (do do do dooo oooh)
Hey hey hey (do do do dooo)
C’mon now gardner mckay (do do do dooo oooh)
I wanna sail away today
Remember when I went to Reno? What was that, April? May? Yeah, it was a while ago. (I think it was mid May, but I have been traveling so much this year that things are blurring together a bit.)
And yet I am just now getting to posting my favorite photos from that adventure. Sigh.
My trade show friends are wonderful. Plus, it was really cool to meet fellow blogger Gina. That girl was brave, walking into a group of lunatics that she didn’t know. I think she fit in really well (she would be the one on the far right of the first two photos, everyone else was with the trade show).
That last photo of me with Ginamonster’s butt is my favorite. The HNT pics that came out of that night are great, but this photo cracks me up.
(serious, smart girl impression)
(yeah, back to dorky and happy me)
