It was tough, but it was fun. And it showed my inability to stand firm in my resolution. Because on Friday night, before the Kid Rock concert at the Kansas Coliseum, I vowed to keep it low-key (i.e. not to partake in much happy sauce). Alas, when I arrived at the hacienda of Tyler and Andrea Gordon, my dear friends, a mixer full of margaritas had been made and, being a gentleman, I could not refuse one.
One.
Which turned into two and then three and then all bets were off. So, yes, I’m weak. And while I very much enjoyed the concert, unlike any I have seen, my head was not as enthusiastic when it hit the pillow at around 1:30 a.m. I set my alarm for 7 on Saturday morning for the drive to Dallas to see my second Jimmy Buffett concert in two years.
And my last.
I enjoy Buffett, but that’s a long way to go to see a show you’ve seen before. I know there isn’t a Parrothead alive who doesn’t want a piece of me for making that sacrilegious statement, but I stand by it. Buffett is a lot of fun, but he’s made a gazillion dollars off of about 20 songs. Am I right?
The crowd at Pizza Hut Park in Frisco, a Dallas suburb, was unbelievable, even bigger than last year. And these people know how to party. And since we’ve established that have no backbone, so once again I did more partaking than I should have. Which means I had very little sleep over the weekend. But I do know how to party.
It was a fantastic week of Sheryl Crow, Kid Rock and Jimmy Buffett. I enjoyed the Crow concert at Century II the most; I relate to her music and she’s darn cute. Kid Rock was my second favorite concert with Buffett coming in at No. 3. That’s no knock on Buffett, because all three shows were memorable.
I have a feeling, though, that none of them will stand up to my May 31 experience at Madison Square Garden to see the Eagles for the 18th time. I’m so excited about that one. And no matter what, I will not partake before the show.
Gee, where have you heard that before?