Astute at the desk reading Jimmy Buffett lyrics.
I don’t really care how hokey people think Jimmy Buffett is. I have always liked his catchy feel-good tunes. Hell, I’ve even had a cheeseburger in paradise… Or so, up until just recently, I thought I had. From Wiki: According to Buffett’s Margaritaville web site, the myth of the “cheeseburger in paradise” was inspired by a boat journey Buffett once took in the Caribbean. Buffett states that while subsisting on canned food and peanut butter, he envisioned eating a “piping hot cheeseburger”. He reports that upon finally arriving in Road Town, Tortola, British Virgin Islands, he was surprised to find a restaurant serving American cheeseburgers.
Feel Good Mustached Man
All the while I thought the one I had in Cabbage Key was the famous meat. Regardless, the burger I had was that good. Heaven on Earth with an onion slice good. I liked mine with french fried potatos and a big kosher pickle. However, I was only 13 so no cold draft beer. Only Coke. Which worked fine as well. …Now back to dreaming of warm beaches, bikini girls, boat drinks and writing island-inspired jams… while it’s 7 degrees outside my window.
While I have been informed that Otis James doesn’t actually have a shop in Nashville, I am told there is an off-chance of meeting up with him and perusing his portfolio of fine neckwear. Yeah, you heard correct. I still haven’t made it out that way after much talk of it in the recent past. Seems the “buddy pass” is really anything but. Now with an actual flight booked, I shall finally grace the streets of Tennessee the first weekend of February. Much is planned, including that behind-the-scenes tour of the Country Music Hall of Fame, and I am assured I will return to Denver with a little more than a good deal of my bank account missing.
Plaid. More Plaid.
But if I’ve said it once, I’ve said it 1000 times: You only get one go on the carousel of life, so why not spend it if you got it? That said, why wouldn’t you buy a Mini Cupcake Maker? For that matter, the Big Johnson book is only a whopping $10. I say, if you want it, get it. If you want to save, save. I am not here to tell you how to live. I’m just pointing you towards items that have the high probability of making your life insanely better. And what I have learned over the past year or so is one can never have enough plaid…or cupcakes. Fingers crossed for that Otis James hookup. Full report to come.
I leave for vacation this Friday for en entire week. Gonna backwoods it with the old man and my uncle. Get some fishing in, maybe camp out a few nights when I don’t feel like kicking it in the cabin, swim in a lake, jump off a boat house….quality time. I can rough it with the best of them, for sure. Still I like gettin back to my urbane lifestyle too. I’ve decided to finally go with the Scottish Tartan Bowtie ($43). However, I’m not going to buy it until I return from Wisconsin, as I don’t think the dairy-land will have much appreciation for it.
The battle rages on as I find more and more bowties on this great invention we call the Interwebz. People are dreaming of me owning one, I have the perfect shirt for one, I could be “that guy” at the office, and there are plenty of styles available to for ever-changing moods. I think with that last sentence, the decision has been made. Now, do I sport a JPress Bowtie ($37), or go the cheaper route and scour thrift stores? More styles… Continue reading