I wish I had a pencil-thin mustache

Why yes, that is me, doing a down-down from a hallowed-out lawn flamingo while tailgating at a sold-out Jimmy Buffett concert.

Here is my review from my first-ever Jimmy Buffet concert.

I regret to inform you that I might now be a Jimmy Buffett fan. I am certainly no Parrothead, but I had a working knowledge of his music before Friday night. However, as I say in the review, it’s fucking impossible not to like the guy. His early work is sentimental without being cloying. His later work is innocent escapism. His politics are sound. And he loves manatees. It’s the first show I’ve been to in a long time in Houston where the drunken crowd didn’t get aggro. It was a damn good time.

You can see a slideshow of pictures here.

* The title of this post? I want to learn that song on the ukulele.