My long weekend kicked off a bit early--last Thursday night, to be exact. I had out-of-town visitors (my friend Amber and her friend Donna), who came to see another out-of-towner (Jimmy Buffett).
I love the portable parking lot party at a Buffett concert. The Parrot Heads are so fun--they bring their own games.
They also bring their own treats, cleverly decorated according to Jimmy's songs. Love the cheeseburger in paradise cupcake!
The concert was pretty awesome, too. We made friends with the guys in front of us, who apologized on arrival because they weren't going to sit down for any of the concert. Which was fine by us, because we weren't gonna sit, either. But there is something endearing about a grown man in a grass skirt, coconut bra, Hawaiian shirt and floppy hat apologizing because he was going to dance badly for the next two hours.
The concert was excellent. Jimmy was in fine form, although this was what my world looked like by the end of the concert:
I took the next day off to hang out with my friends. Donna wanted a nice picture of the town, so we took her right to our most iconic landmark.
We did a little window shopping, too. Amber did some actual shopping, buying this cute hat.
We thought it was funny that she had to come all the way to California to buy winter gear for Maine, but it was too cute to pass up.
Also very cute were these decorative peppers, grown to look like fall gourds at a little newspaper stand.
Our heads were still pounding from the night before, when Jimmy Buffett tried to kill me (as he does every year). OK, maybe my head was pounding the most, but when we neared another local landmark, the other girls were game to taste a local specialty--the infamous Shoot-the-Root (a root beer vodka shot dropped into a beer).
As Vicki rightfully observed, "There's nothing better than having a cocktail in the middle of the day!" We cheered our drinks and agreed.
We met up again on Saturday for a wonderful Italian dinner. We passed this big old house, which Amber pretended was hers. Mark pretended not to care--he was too cool for pictures, although he non-chalantly sauntered into the frame.
Mark was thrilled to spend a little time with Amber and his aunties, although he hid it well the first hour. But after a little come-to-Jesus discussion outside the restaurant, he perked up and had a good time. (Sometimes you just need the proper motivation...i.e., an angry mom telling you to eat your dinner and be social OR ELSE).
It was a very fun, but way too brief weekend. I enjoyed every minute of it, even to the very end, as Amber, Donna, Mark and I sang along to 80s songs on the way to the airport. And even as we channeled Amber and Donna on the way home, in the form of a car bearing a Maine license plate in front of us on the freeway. It was a nice way to end the weekend.
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