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Semi-Official Loose Cannon
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And as long as I'm tellin' Buffett stories, perhaps the best concert I've ever attended was one of his, at the Merriwether Post Pavilion outside of DC... we had tickets inside the pavilion, not out on the lawn, and me and my roommate were double dating these two pretty parrotheads who worked at the golf club... ordinarily, the lawn is where I prefer, but I was tryin' to impress that young lady, so I splurged...
We indulged in some herbal recreation on the drive down there, but knew better than to try to smuggle anything in... I wound up sittin' on one end, Tim was on the other end, with the girls between us, when this mountain man-looking old hippie sat down beside me... long, graying hair, a full beard halfway down his chest, bib overalls and no undershirt...
He also had this old-fashioned shopping bag, with the handles on it... when the lights went down, he reached inside that bag, and came out with a jar of 'shine... well, I did my level best not to stare at him, but he nudged me with his elbow, and offered me a taste... I asked him if it would be cool to share with Tim, knowing the girls wouldn't go near that stuff... he said sure, so we passed the jar...
When the next song commenced, he came out with this rather large, intricately carved Meerschaum pipe, which was already packed with some recreational herb... he fired that sucker up, grinned at me and passed it along-- I guess he recognized that I was already fairly stoned...
And that's the way the concert went-- one song, we'd hit the 'shine, the next we'd hit on that pipe... by the time that concert was over, I was tore up from the floor up, LOL... my date drove home, stopping along the way at Jack In the Box for tacos and the best onion rings I've ever eaten anywhere... talk about JUST the ticket for a severe case of the munchies...
I'm sure Jimmy would have approved... my only regret is that it never occurred to me ask the name of our benefactor... I thought about asking him how he got away with smugglin' all that past the security, but for some reason, we never really got around to talkin' much at all... all I'll say is, in the words of Jimmy his own self, "it was a pleasure and a h*ll of an evening"...
The challenge now is for one of you parrotheads to tell me what line that song came from... here's a hint-- one of the other, more memorable lines was "I woke up on the steps of a whorehouse"...
We indulged in some herbal recreation on the drive down there, but knew better than to try to smuggle anything in... I wound up sittin' on one end, Tim was on the other end, with the girls between us, when this mountain man-looking old hippie sat down beside me... long, graying hair, a full beard halfway down his chest, bib overalls and no undershirt...
He also had this old-fashioned shopping bag, with the handles on it... when the lights went down, he reached inside that bag, and came out with a jar of 'shine... well, I did my level best not to stare at him, but he nudged me with his elbow, and offered me a taste... I asked him if it would be cool to share with Tim, knowing the girls wouldn't go near that stuff... he said sure, so we passed the jar...
When the next song commenced, he came out with this rather large, intricately carved Meerschaum pipe, which was already packed with some recreational herb... he fired that sucker up, grinned at me and passed it along-- I guess he recognized that I was already fairly stoned...
And that's the way the concert went-- one song, we'd hit the 'shine, the next we'd hit on that pipe... by the time that concert was over, I was tore up from the floor up, LOL... my date drove home, stopping along the way at Jack In the Box for tacos and the best onion rings I've ever eaten anywhere... talk about JUST the ticket for a severe case of the munchies...
I'm sure Jimmy would have approved... my only regret is that it never occurred to me ask the name of our benefactor... I thought about asking him how he got away with smugglin' all that past the security, but for some reason, we never really got around to talkin' much at all... all I'll say is, in the words of Jimmy his own self, "it was a pleasure and a h*ll of an evening"...
The challenge now is for one of you parrotheads to tell me what line that song came from... here's a hint-- one of the other, more memorable lines was "I woke up on the steps of a whorehouse"...