I could spend a lot more time trying to figure out a more clever title. Or, I could go with the simple truth. All of my highs and lows of getting and not getting tickets became obsolete Saturday afternoon. A good friend, Tim, called with the best news. Tim had scored 4 VIP wristbands to the concert. Tim is a member of the National Guard who was activated on May 1st. He’s been down on the beaches working to clean up the oil since the beginning. I’m not sure who’s idea it was to give the National Guard guys the VIP tickets, but I can tell you they enjoyed themselves.
We took a little road trip down to Gulf Shores with a van full of Parrotheads. Deciding what to wear was the hard part. Something comfy, and cool, but still provide coverage so you don’t get too much sun. I finally decided on my average beach attire: sarong, tank top, and flip flops. Ronnie went with a Red Shirt from Think Geek and shorts. Red was a good choice. With his height, 6’3, and a red shirt, he was easy to spot. Pig tails for me completed the outfit. Being the OCD person I am, I packed extra sunblock, emergency rain ponchos (predicted 70% chance of rain), and chap stick. I was ready for the day.
Once we got to the concert we found out what VIP wristbands meant: We had a special barricaded off section close to the stage. We were about 40 years from Jimmy Buffett.
That was a wonderful thing. We were very close to the stage, with lots of room around us. Not a lot of people were in the VIP section so there was room to dance and move without bumping into other people. We were in a larger group of other National Guard members and their guests. But, the very best part of VIP wristbands?
That building you see? That’s an actual bathroom. With stall doors, sinks, everything you would expect in a bathroom. Yes, no port a potty here. We got the real thing. Is it sad that a bathroom at a beach concert made us all so happy? Ronnie and I had a great time.
The concert lasted the full hour and a half broadcast live on CMT. Jimmy Buffett then took a 5 to 10 minute break and came back out. He played for another 45 minutes to an hour just for the 35,000 fans on the beach. Some people have complained on Facebook about there not being other big name acts like Kenny Chesney or The Zac Brown Band. These people have said they were disappointed in the concert. I can say as a Parrothead, I was going to see Jimmy. He did have some big names: Allen Touissant and Mac McAnally and Jesse Winchester may not be names that were recognized by the average concert goer. But, they were recognized by those who like jazz (Allen Touissant is a New Orleans musician), country fans (“Down the Road” was a hit duet by Chesney and McAnally), and we all knew the songs written by Jesse Winchester, even if we didn’t know his name before. I can say that I was not disappointed in the least.
I yelled and screamed so much that I have no voice at all today. Paige heard me talk and asked what happened. I try to explain it to her. She just looked at me and said, “Silly Mommy. Next time remember to put your voice back in your mouth!”