Our own little Buffett fest
A couple months ago, Jimmy Buffett tickets went on sale for Riverbend. I got up earlier than usual on Saturday & headed to the service counter/Ticketmaster at the local grocery. I arrived an hour before the tickets were available and already there were seven people ahead of me. A little while later, my good friend Stace showed up, braless, grouchy, determined to get tickets, too. At 9 am, we were all at the ready - money & credit cards in hand, excited about the upcoming concert.
Then the system went down. The manager typed away frantically, wordless, trying to get the systems to mesh while a cow-like employee stood by & gazed at us with big bovine eyes as we started to stamp & fret. I wasn't terribly worried - another good friend was supposed to be sitting at his computer to buy up a batch of tickets - I was confident he'd come through even if the manager didn't. Finally, the system came back up, but the tickets were all gone. Dammit.
I left the store, fairly calm, and phoned Dave. "No I didn't get them. I forgot. I was out chopping wood." I felt my blood pressure rise, "Chopping wood??? In the RAIN? What the hell?" He was apologetic. Dave is a very casual person. Pretty unexcitable. "I'll check with some people - I'm sure someone got extras."
I had to call S and deliver the bad news. He was depressed. Deeply saddened. I told him what Dave said - his comment regarding the wood-chopping was the same as mine, but he seemed hopeful that Dave could pull something together.
It didn't happen. No friends had extra tickets, our only choice was to try Ebay. Of course, the vultures on Ebay were selling the tickets at triple what they'd just paid for them a few hours prior. Asses. Principle wouldn't permit me to purchase them. I don't have many morals, but not supporting greedy scum suckers like that is one of them.
We decided to do our own Buffett fest on the night of the concert, cheeseburgers, shrimp, grilled corn & of course margaritas & Caribbean beer. That night was last night.
The Buffett fest went well until someone... me... had too much tequila. I mixed a couple of margaritas, decided they were way too weak, so on the 3rd one I think I did half tequila, half mix. A lot of tequila. We finished dinner, I helped clean up but I don't remember much of it, came back out, started to feel sorta drunk - let me clarify here - I love tequila & I've never been so screwed up on it to taint me forever. I even like the TASTE of it. Usually I chip at it - 2 shots right off the bat to get the buzz on, then another 1 or 2 shots spaced out thru the evening to maintain. Last night was the first time I thought, I need to lie down. This is not a happy time for me. So, I laid down where I sat, which was in front of the couch, and I pillowed my head on the stinkin' ass dog bed. I kept one eyeball open for a considerable time watching Breakfast with Hunter, but I must've passed out. I woke up 3:15am, nestled into the dog bed with cats surrounding me, and S was sleeping on the sofa. I slept on the dog bed! And the sad part is, I was pretty comfy. I even debated just curling back up & going to sleep - the dog, probably confused, was sleeping in the bedroom. But, I decided an aspirin was in my best interest, got up, sucked down a gallon of water along with the aspirin, went back to gaze at my sheetless (in the dryer, of course) bed, thought long & hard about the dog bed again (ha!) and ended up spreading a blanket on the mattress & putting a spare, raggedy pillowcase on my pillow & threw a towel over S's (ha!). I think I fell asleep somewhere between 9:30 & 10:30. How lame is that? Scott had a little J rolled & I passed out even before hitting it! He smoked it all by himself. I think he was disgusted with me. I'm a sot.
Ah well. I probably won't be hitting the bottle tonight - I need to let my system chill. Yee. Feelin' pretty good in spite of it, tho' - I've heard that good tequila (which I would think Cuervo qualifies as good tequila) doesn't leave you with much of a hangover because it's so pure. None-the-less, thank goodness for Goody's Headache Powder!
Then the system went down. The manager typed away frantically, wordless, trying to get the systems to mesh while a cow-like employee stood by & gazed at us with big bovine eyes as we started to stamp & fret. I wasn't terribly worried - another good friend was supposed to be sitting at his computer to buy up a batch of tickets - I was confident he'd come through even if the manager didn't. Finally, the system came back up, but the tickets were all gone. Dammit.
I left the store, fairly calm, and phoned Dave. "No I didn't get them. I forgot. I was out chopping wood." I felt my blood pressure rise, "Chopping wood??? In the RAIN? What the hell?" He was apologetic. Dave is a very casual person. Pretty unexcitable. "I'll check with some people - I'm sure someone got extras."
I had to call S and deliver the bad news. He was depressed. Deeply saddened. I told him what Dave said - his comment regarding the wood-chopping was the same as mine, but he seemed hopeful that Dave could pull something together.
It didn't happen. No friends had extra tickets, our only choice was to try Ebay. Of course, the vultures on Ebay were selling the tickets at triple what they'd just paid for them a few hours prior. Asses. Principle wouldn't permit me to purchase them. I don't have many morals, but not supporting greedy scum suckers like that is one of them.
We decided to do our own Buffett fest on the night of the concert, cheeseburgers, shrimp, grilled corn & of course margaritas & Caribbean beer. That night was last night.
The Buffett fest went well until someone... me... had too much tequila. I mixed a couple of margaritas, decided they were way too weak, so on the 3rd one I think I did half tequila, half mix. A lot of tequila. We finished dinner, I helped clean up but I don't remember much of it, came back out, started to feel sorta drunk - let me clarify here - I love tequila & I've never been so screwed up on it to taint me forever. I even like the TASTE of it. Usually I chip at it - 2 shots right off the bat to get the buzz on, then another 1 or 2 shots spaced out thru the evening to maintain. Last night was the first time I thought, I need to lie down. This is not a happy time for me. So, I laid down where I sat, which was in front of the couch, and I pillowed my head on the stinkin' ass dog bed. I kept one eyeball open for a considerable time watching Breakfast with Hunter, but I must've passed out. I woke up 3:15am, nestled into the dog bed with cats surrounding me, and S was sleeping on the sofa. I slept on the dog bed! And the sad part is, I was pretty comfy. I even debated just curling back up & going to sleep - the dog, probably confused, was sleeping in the bedroom. But, I decided an aspirin was in my best interest, got up, sucked down a gallon of water along with the aspirin, went back to gaze at my sheetless (in the dryer, of course) bed, thought long & hard about the dog bed again (ha!) and ended up spreading a blanket on the mattress & putting a spare, raggedy pillowcase on my pillow & threw a towel over S's (ha!). I think I fell asleep somewhere between 9:30 & 10:30. How lame is that? Scott had a little J rolled & I passed out even before hitting it! He smoked it all by himself. I think he was disgusted with me. I'm a sot.
Ah well. I probably won't be hitting the bottle tonight - I need to let my system chill. Yee. Feelin' pretty good in spite of it, tho' - I've heard that good tequila (which I would think Cuervo qualifies as good tequila) doesn't leave you with much of a hangover because it's so pure. None-the-less, thank goodness for Goody's Headache Powder!
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