Tuesday, October 15, 2002

Well, here I am again, and again I take note that I'm no better at this than I am at keeping a real live journal. Is my life that boring? Don't answer that.

Let's see...

I went to the Jimmy Buffett concert last week. Had a great time in the parking lot hanging out with friends and inside the concert listening to the music with a special friend. Everything else sucked about it. Getting into and out of the place was a joke. Every year this happens. Every year 20,000 people show up and want to get into the parking lot at noon. Every year the Irvine cops show up at 1:00 and run around like they've never seen such a thing and try to redirect all the cars. Why can't they figure out that this is going to happen and plan for it?

Getting out was just as big a joke. I paid $20 for "Premium" parking, which is closer to the gate. Ok, that was great, I got to my car quick...then I sat in my car for 20 minutes waiting for the line to move as I watched the people in general parking flow steadily out of the parking lot. After watching other "premium" parkers drive over the cones separating us from the general parkers, I decided to follow. Ok, ok, I didn't really drive over the cones, I went between them and was out in 3 minutes while the premium suckers just sat there.

Then the funny thing happened when I went back to work. One of the guys asked if I went to the concert and I said I did. He mentioned that there were a lot of freaks there, and I said that there sure were. Then he said something like, "all those old guys in grass skirts and coconut bras" !!! Those guys are my friends !!! I was thinking that the freaks were the 20 somethings that were listening to rap in the parking lot and probably have never heard any Buffett song other than Margaritaville or Why Don't We Get Drunk and Screw. It all depends on your point of view, I suppose.