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Wow. So I finally caught up on the sleep I didn't get Tuesday--I got home at a little after two, crawled into bed and crashed until about 15 minutes ago. For those of you that haven't listened to my latest phone post, I didn't really sleep Tuesday. I had woken up at around 4:30am, when I wrote that first post, and then couldn't fall back asleep. I played around online, showered, and went into work a little after 7. I finished around 11:30 (the opening manager had a small project for me) and went to the bookstore to pick up my copy of Only Revolutions. I can't seem to get very far because I keep going back into the sections I've already read and keep noticing how similarly woven the two narratives are--and it really strikes you how identical the two souls are (really two pieces of one whole), and what the differences are in those similarities. It's a very stream-of-conciousness book, which I love. I've decided I really need to get into the habit of reading again. I fell out of it my last year of college or so, and I always forget how good it feels to get caught up in a story like that. Speaking of stream-of-consciousness, actually, I need to just get over this "I will...eventually" I've been doing since Dan first told me I need to read Ulysses and just do it. I've read small bits and pieces and I know I'd love it if I just sat down with it.
four fucking hours thanks to construction/rush hour traffic and downpouring rain. Seriously--you thought rush-hour was bad, you thought construction was bad, but NOTHING beats the two combined. Nick (our MP) called Bill (Sterling's MP) and told him to have a couple ten-packs of minis and a salad for me ready for us when we got there, because it was now around six, and the party bus had just arrived in Sterling. Yes, you heard that right, Bill rented a party bus for the night--it was like a limo, only van-sized (we definitely saw limos and stretch hummer limos and such at DTE, too). We arrived in the downpour, ran into the bathroom at the restaurant, and then ran out to the party bus where there were three cases of Coronas, a cooler of Corona Lights and lots of jello shots awaiting us--oh, and the food, of course. After everybody settled in with a beer, the group of us dug into our food voraciously and talked of the perils of our trip. The bus finally got going, and we arrived at DTE (the concert site) around 45 minutes and a few Coronas each (two for me...plus half of one after we piled out of the bus at the site...this was probably more beer than I've drank in my entire life put together, mind you) later. Bill and a couple others pile out of the bus searching for non-bus-riding members of our groups, and Bill takes a couple of our shrink-wrapped t-shirts with him to give out to rain-braving Parrotheads partying in the DTE parking lot. He comes in a little later with eyes as wide as a little kid's at Christmas saying, "Oh my god, some woman just flashed me for a shirt. I didn't even ask her to!" The entire thing was absolutely hilarious. By the time we finally pile out of the bus for good to go up to the concert, Bill has "'seen six breasteses.' 'Is that six pairs, or six altogether?' 'Altogether. I think.'" We all got up to the entrance, after walking through many fast-moving streams in the parking lot, had our tickets scanned (only half of which scanned because the rain made our tickets so soggy by this time), and worked on finding our seats as Jimmy Buffett and his band are playing "Brown-Eyed Girl" and we're all singing along. We finally got to our seats (thirtheenth row under the pavillion, and pretty much center!), and settled in for the ride.
Now, let me say this: there are probably about five or six Jimmy Buffett songs that I will listen to willingly and of my own volition (i.e., they're even on my iPod). I really don't want to own a CD, I don't really want to listen to him outside of work, because I hear him way too much on Muzak already. Now...he puts on one hell of a concert. It was absolutely fantastic, and the fans were having a blast--even those on the lawn seats getting drenched the entire time. We heard lots of classics (Cheeseburger in Paradise, his tropicalized Brown-Eyed Girl, Come Monday, Werewolf in Miami, Son of a Son of a Sailor Man) plus a couple off of a new album coming out soon (the biggest Parrothead we work with, who is also a high school Spanish teacher and took the following day off of school--"personal day to pack my apartment up for the new house" my ass, lol--was absolutely thrilled at hearing new songs), and he closed the evening out with Margaritaville. He did three encores--the first of which was Fins (watching 25,000 people doing the motions to Fins was absolutely surreal), the second I don't remember, and the final was Pirate Looks at Forty (possibly my absolute favorite Jimmy Buffett song...I actually rather adore it). We all piled out of the theatre and back to the party bus (luckily it had stopped raining at this point) where we said our goodbyes and parted with the members of our group that had driven there themselves. We lost one of our party to a girl who had driven herself, but Jenny didn't want her driving home alone that late at night, and gained Nick's son instead. As the picture of me and Anthony proves, there was absolutely no underage drinking happening at all...absolutely none...nope (he's completely got a Corona bottle in one hand in the pic) and headed back. We all got back to Sterling, piled back into Tiffany's mini-van and had to drop Anthony (Nick's son) off at his dorm in downtown Ann Arbor before we could go back to K'zoo. We hit Ann Arbor around 1am, and then didn't get home until about quarter to four in the morning, at which point I got some desperately needed food at Steak 'n' Shake and headed back home, at which point I was leaving that voice post. I collapsed into bed around 4:30, only to be up less than four hours later and stumbled into a nine-hour day of typing shit into a computer at about 9:45.
The night was really fantastic, and I've never had a concert experience quite like that before (not that I've been to terribly many). There are a lot of other mini-stories, like the guys in the seats in front of us with their mini-Crown Royal bottle, and the Tony the Tiger toy in Tiff's van, and Christine's perfectly sober writing on the window of Tiff's van, and lots of others), but not nearly enough room or energy to type them all. Suffice it to say, I had an absolutely fantastic time, and the lack of sleep was completely worth it. Also, quote of the night goes to Nick: "I lost my virginity twice tonight! Once to a Jimmy Buffett concert, and once in a mini-van!" (he'd never driven one before...ha). Also, to add to "completely surreal moments of the night": doing Jello shots with your boss, and another manager that helped open your store.
For a concert I really didn't care to go to, initially, I ended up having one of the best nights of my life.
Wow. So I finally caught up on the sleep I didn't get Tuesday--I got home at a little after two, crawled into bed and crashed until about 15 minutes ago. For those of you that haven't listened to my latest phone post, I didn't really sleep Tuesday. I had woken up at around 4:30am, when I wrote that first post, and then couldn't fall back asleep. I played around online, showered, and went into work a little after 7. I finished around 11:30 (the opening manager had a small project for me) and went to the bookstore to pick up my copy of Only Revolutions. I can't seem to get very far because I keep going back into the sections I've already read and keep noticing how similarly woven the two narratives are--and it really strikes you how identical the two souls are (really two pieces of one whole), and what the differences are in those similarities. It's a very stream-of-conciousness book, which I love. I've decided I really need to get into the habit of reading again. I fell out of it my last year of college or so, and I always forget how good it feels to get caught up in a story like that. Speaking of stream-of-consciousness, actually, I need to just get over this "I will...eventually" I've been doing since Dan first told me I need to read Ulysses and just do it. I've read small bits and pieces and I know I'd love it if I just sat down with it.
four fucking hours thanks to construction/rush hour traffic and downpouring rain. Seriously--you thought rush-hour was bad, you thought construction was bad, but NOTHING beats the two combined. Nick (our MP) called Bill (Sterling's MP) and told him to have a couple ten-packs of minis and a salad for me ready for us when we got there, because it was now around six, and the party bus had just arrived in Sterling. Yes, you heard that right, Bill rented a party bus for the night--it was like a limo, only van-sized (we definitely saw limos and stretch hummer limos and such at DTE, too). We arrived in the downpour, ran into the bathroom at the restaurant, and then ran out to the party bus where there were three cases of Coronas, a cooler of Corona Lights and lots of jello shots awaiting us--oh, and the food, of course. After everybody settled in with a beer, the group of us dug into our food voraciously and talked of the perils of our trip. The bus finally got going, and we arrived at DTE (the concert site) around 45 minutes and a few Coronas each (two for me...plus half of one after we piled out of the bus at the site...this was probably more beer than I've drank in my entire life put together, mind you) later. Bill and a couple others pile out of the bus searching for non-bus-riding members of our groups, and Bill takes a couple of our shrink-wrapped t-shirts with him to give out to rain-braving Parrotheads partying in the DTE parking lot. He comes in a little later with eyes as wide as a little kid's at Christmas saying, "Oh my god, some woman just flashed me for a shirt. I didn't even ask her to!" The entire thing was absolutely hilarious. By the time we finally pile out of the bus for good to go up to the concert, Bill has "'seen six breasteses.' 'Is that six pairs, or six altogether?' 'Altogether. I think.'" We all got up to the entrance, after walking through many fast-moving streams in the parking lot, had our tickets scanned (only half of which scanned because the rain made our tickets so soggy by this time), and worked on finding our seats as Jimmy Buffett and his band are playing "Brown-Eyed Girl" and we're all singing along. We finally got to our seats (thirtheenth row under the pavillion, and pretty much center!), and settled in for the ride.
Now, let me say this: there are probably about five or six Jimmy Buffett songs that I will listen to willingly and of my own volition (i.e., they're even on my iPod). I really don't want to own a CD, I don't really want to listen to him outside of work, because I hear him way too much on Muzak already. Now...he puts on one hell of a concert. It was absolutely fantastic, and the fans were having a blast--even those on the lawn seats getting drenched the entire time. We heard lots of classics (Cheeseburger in Paradise, his tropicalized Brown-Eyed Girl, Come Monday, Werewolf in Miami, Son of a Son of a Sailor Man) plus a couple off of a new album coming out soon (the biggest Parrothead we work with, who is also a high school Spanish teacher and took the following day off of school--"personal day to pack my apartment up for the new house" my ass, lol--was absolutely thrilled at hearing new songs), and he closed the evening out with Margaritaville. He did three encores--the first of which was Fins (watching 25,000 people doing the motions to Fins was absolutely surreal), the second I don't remember, and the final was Pirate Looks at Forty (possibly my absolute favorite Jimmy Buffett song...I actually rather adore it). We all piled out of the theatre and back to the party bus (luckily it had stopped raining at this point) where we said our goodbyes and parted with the members of our group that had driven there themselves. We lost one of our party to a girl who had driven herself, but Jenny didn't want her driving home alone that late at night, and gained Nick's son instead. As the picture of me and Anthony proves, there was absolutely no underage drinking happening at all...absolutely none...nope (he's completely got a Corona bottle in one hand in the pic) and headed back. We all got back to Sterling, piled back into Tiffany's mini-van and had to drop Anthony (Nick's son) off at his dorm in downtown Ann Arbor before we could go back to K'zoo. We hit Ann Arbor around 1am, and then didn't get home until about quarter to four in the morning, at which point I got some desperately needed food at Steak 'n' Shake and headed back home, at which point I was leaving that voice post. I collapsed into bed around 4:30, only to be up less than four hours later and stumbled into a nine-hour day of typing shit into a computer at about 9:45.
The night was really fantastic, and I've never had a concert experience quite like that before (not that I've been to terribly many). There are a lot of other mini-stories, like the guys in the seats in front of us with their mini-Crown Royal bottle, and the Tony the Tiger toy in Tiff's van, and Christine's perfectly sober writing on the window of Tiff's van, and lots of others), but not nearly enough room or energy to type them all. Suffice it to say, I had an absolutely fantastic time, and the lack of sleep was completely worth it. Also, quote of the night goes to Nick: "I lost my virginity twice tonight! Once to a Jimmy Buffett concert, and once in a mini-van!" (he'd never driven one before...ha). Also, to add to "completely surreal moments of the night": doing Jello shots with your boss, and another manager that helped open your store.
For a concert I really didn't care to go to, initially, I ended up having one of the best nights of my life.
