The view from the lawn at the amphitheatre is a sea of birds fanatics: costume parrots and flamingos of every size and shape, old men in Hawaiian shirts, a few sharks and even cheeseburger-adorned music fans.
The shenanigans at a Jimmy Buffet concert are unique. Great memories relived of a band making music over forty years. The “Parrotheads” seemed like my memories of 30 years ago at one of the last Grateful Dead concerts. Multi-generational Hippies partying; apparently, everyone today was fueled with margaritas and clouds of Mary Jane smoke.
So glad we ate fried chicken tailgating before the concert. Halloween-sized candy bars during the night. When several folks started stepping on my feet and crowding onto our blanket, I was ready to call it a night. Being responsibly old, our friends who drove us and another couple, stood up when it seemed to be winding down. When you step around hundreds of forty-somethings- I think it prudent to flee the stoned crowd. Some parrots aren’t pretty when they are passing out in Paradise.