When The Prof and I moved to [insert city here], I honestly had no idea what to expect. My only other experience with [insert city here] took place in the early 1990's in college. My debate team [insert snorts and giggles here] and I were traveling to some midwest tournament on a snowy winter's night. As usual, we were lounging comfortably in our 18 passenger van rental when we began to careen out of control, do a 360, and slide into a ditch. Fortunately, no one was injured but it pretty much sucked and scared the crap out of us. A tow came and we went on our merry way to the closest motel. So yeah, my one and only experience was not what I like to call "positive".
Fast forward to the early 21st century. Doesn't that just sound keen? The Prof accepted an academic position at [insert university here], we flew out in the spring, and bought a house. In August, we drove across country and started our new lives in our new house in our new city. And then I went to law school so honestly, I didn't get a feel for [insert city here] until I graduated and made friends. When we made friends, we learned about the cultural happenings of [insert city here]. Many of the happenings involve outdoor concerts series. And that's great! Love it! Sitting on the beach after work listening to a blue's band while the sun sets? Awesome! Lounging on a blanket in the park by the water while the symphony plays pieces from its pop series? Breathtaking.
But then, I noticed a pattern, one that I found disturbing and mildly amusing: the intense fascination with Jimmy Buffet. Every time I turned my head, a balding middle aged man with a beer belly would be dancing with a Corona in hand and a large head piece perched on his noggin. A benefit for a charitable organization? Jimmy Buffet cover band. A party celebrating the coming of summer? Jimmy Buffet cover band. Headliner at an outdoor bar? Jimmy Buffet cover band. Honestly, there is only so much Pina colada drinking and Hawaiian shirt wearing I can handle. Jimmy Buffet doesn't do it for me and seeing white middle aged folks dancing and whooping it up to Caribbean wanna be music...well gag me with a spoon. And yet again, we attended an event where the theme was...wait for it...Parrot Head Jimmy Buffet Same as Usual.
Of course, we had fun with our friends. The Prof did some break dancing and likely scared the locals a bit. He needs to work on his technique. Seriously, his break dance troupe High Voltage would be disappointed. My friend is insisting that he break dances at her wedding this fall. Yeah, we are a classy group of PRO-fessionals. I ate too much and really drank too much. I chatted with friends, and danced. We gambled, and OH MY GOD I love black jack. Vegas! Here I come! And! I won something at the Chinese auction! Golf balls, two gift certificates for cart rentals, a golf umbrella, and the dumbest thing I've ever seen: leather "chairs" for our cell phones. Really? My cell phone needs a chair? But yeah, I won something and that made listening to the Jimmy Buffet cover band a little more tolerable.
Plus, my cell phone can relax after working hard for the money.