Saturday I will transform from conservative 4th grade teacher, to a crazy, tropical, Parrothead.
My husband and I are leaving tomorrow for spring break in Las Vegas, where Jimmy Buffett will perform his second show of this year’ season. My husband surprised me with the tickets.
Back in 1983 I was a senior in high school and my brother was working on his doctorate degree at Michigan State University. He bugged my sister and I drive to Lansing to watch this guy named Jimmy Buffett. He told me it would be fun. He was playing in a small venue traveling to different colleges.
When I walked into the concert I was amazed the way everyone was dressed brightly, singing at the top of their lungs, and having a party in their seats. I only knew one song, Margaritaville, so I just watched everyone act goofy. “I want to be silly and laugh, and dress like that.” I thought.
That summer I purchased his “albums,” learned all his songs, and prepared myself for the next concert season. I never knew at that time that 34 years later and 34 plus concerts later, I would considered myself a Parrothead.
So as I pack for vacation this year, my tropical Hawaiian clothes, parrot earrings and necklace, palm tree designed sandals and flowery hair pieces are out and ready to transform me for one night into a singing, dancing, crazy Parrothead.
“I’ve got a Caribbean soul, I can barely control..” -Jimmy Buffett
Pugs, Disney and Coffee 
Have a wonderful time!
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What wonderful, light-hearted fun! Make sure to post a few pictures. Enjoy!
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You added so much detail to the outfit you are packing that I can “see” you and your ending line is perfect – a chance to “hear” what you will be hearing. Great slice!! And I predict, you will have a super time!!
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From one little sister Parrothead to another – your story is mine! I am going on 34 years as well and can still sing pretty much any song ever written – and wave my fin as I sing! Enjoy! You’ll likely see my brother there singing along. He’s the one in the flowered shirt!
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So I’m in Vegas on spring break. The show was Saturday and unbelievable. No back up band – all the top songs and no breaks 8:30-10:15 nonstop singing and dancing. The best part came Sunday morning. As I sat down in my hotel for breakfast my husband whispers “Jimmy Buffett just sat down behind you” I didn’t know what to do. My husband wouldn’t let me talk to him so we both ended up checking out at same time. I just told him his show was great. He smiled thanked me and said he liked my shirt. Ironically I was wearing his concert t shirt.
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