Monday, June 05, 2006
You never know who or what you're going to run across when you tailgate at a Buffett concert.
We were fortunate to be parked near a drummer who was banging out some of the classic Buffett tunes on his drums.
The "Party Patrol" stopped by. The girls were handing out garbage bags. We brought our own, but we chatted for a while anyway. That looks like a pretty good summer job there. But, I'll bet the clean up party patrol wasn't as much fun.
The folks parked right next to us were quite interesting. One of the fellows is a judge up in Winston Salem. He gave me a parrot sticker and a pin. His buddy runs a BBQ joint. So, we got his contact information. Sounds like a barbecue road trip coming up in the near future.
Posted by Grill Girl at 8:09 AM