All aboard...you know you've made it when a deluxe 58-passenger coach pulls into your neighborhood and whisks you off to see The Man. What an experience. It all started for us at a pre-Buffett party at Senor Jenkins palatial Buffett shrine where hotdogs and cheeseburgers and Coronas were had by all...
From there we boarded the bus and headed to Nissan Pavilion. For a few of us this was night number 2 and as we all know there's nothing quite like the hair of the dog to bring you 'round again...
Buffett was blaring from the sound system and our driver Frank was living and driving in three quarter time...we pulled into the lot around 4:15pm (I know this 'cause my wife Susan was sober enough to tell time)...Once we set up camp in the bus section, everyone began to party in earnest...
There were lots of new faces and many new ones, big people, short people and going half-mad people. Two girls in a boat rowed up to meet us. The SS SnuffQueen had no food to feed us. The toilet was oozing from too much Corona and all of the girls were beginning to groana. The fun was all there and so were we all, the slaphappy drunks who heard Jimmy's call. We came and we conquered and partied not quite 'til dawn under the pavilion and out on the lawn. When it was over and all said and done not one could deny our fun in the sun.