The lunacy continues.
So a reggae band was the main band last night. What a difference the style of music can make. Everybody looks like they just spent a long day in the tanning salon. And all the leather is, for the most part, gone. Replaced by Bob Marley shirts, rasta hats, and even some damn dreadlocks wigs. How the hell you spend a night in one of those is beyond me. I thought we should be selling those crocheted rasta beanie things from under the bar but everybody looked at me like I was intoxicated on something other than Red Bull.
And I know, I know, I saw some of these same people last night. I mean some people just order the same weird things no matter what they are wearing. Can't fool me with a wig and some jafakean accent. I'll tell you what if I had heard 'yah man' one more time it would have gotten ugly.
I have never been one to dress the part for a show. I went to a Jimmy Buffett show with my dad once and was amazed. If you have ever been to one of his concerts you know what I mean. ‘Parrot Heads’ ?? Seriously. It all boggles my tired mind.
To complete the atmosphere somebody evidently starting burning leaves somewhere. Oh wait I know that smell, believe me I do. I guess those laws about smoking in a public place only pertain to tobacco products.
And by the way, I didn’t fall asleep in my breakfast today. I’m so damn proud!
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Something I have totally come to enjoy. A combination of breakfast, the Sunday NY Times, and dawn. I can learn to live with that.
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