Jimmy Buffett Day should be a national holiday.

Saturday night went a little like this:

First, we ran into Jimmy at the Outrigger when we hit the bar for pre-Jimmy drinks. We tried to buy Jimmy a pre-Jimmy drink, but he was going to be late for his own show.

Then, no one confiscated the big bottle of water we brought in to the Shell. Talk about putting my Nathan products to good use!  It did make some parts of the concert blurry. Allison and I decided that if you're a girl, and you're having an ugly day, you should just go to a Jimmy show where all the drunk slobbery dudes in dumb hats tell every girl who passes YER HOTTTTtt. I would answer You're drunk! and Allison, who is indeed quite hot, would answer I know! One went a little too far and yelled Five hundred dollars! at me. My skirt was not that short! And, $500? Puhleeze. Mike tried to cheer me up by reminding me that we're in a recession.

Jimmy and Henry Kapono, our HKai neighbor with an incredible voice:

After the show, we headed back to the Outrigger bar. And at the table next to us? Jimmy and his friends. He grabbed my hand and asked how he did, right off the bat. I told him Jimmy Buffett Day is the best day of the year. I did remind him that I was the girl whose first memory was asking my dad why the guy lost his shaker of salt.. so I'm a little biased. The kids were farmed out, so we hung out and played rock-star after-party. It was awesome.

Allison and I, shortly after emptying the Nathan bottle. I should totally be a professional photographer.