Ordinarily, I try to keep politics and religion out of the Coast of Illinois. But in order to put this post into context, I must break that rather slim, Miss Manners initiated rule.
|I had no idea there were so many Land Pirates...|
I am a Parrothead.
There. I said it.
For those of you who are unfamiliar with the term, please tune your SiriusXM radios to channel 24. Parrothead is the term associated with fans of Jimmy Buffett.
But it's more than a music thing. Or being a member of a club.
I don't officially belong to any of the numerous local Parrothead clubs. They are fine institutions and not only do many fun activities but the basis of their philosophy is to 'Party with a Purpose' which means most group functions have a charitable element attached.
I belonged to one local group for a year and it was fun. I was introduced to some fun people, some great music venues and musicians. But most importantly, for me, belonging to the group made me examine just what it means to live in Margaritaville.
Which leads to another explanation.
Margaritaville, while being a very successful song and brand, is also a philosophy.
A good friend recently asked me to define just what that means.
It's not easy but let me try:
Margaritaville is anywhere you feel most content. It's not a specific place, although it can be.
Living in Margaritaville means enjoying every moment of every day. And if that is impossible then Margaritaville becomes the destination to get you through.
It exists solely in your mind, for those times when work is just too annoying or the kids are just too trying or life has become just too sad.
It is the place where you know you will feel safe. You may not feel happy immediately but you know that it is the place where your best chance of fulfillment exists, even if it is temporary.
Because life is just too short.
And once you find Margaritaville, you will always be able to return.
On rare occasions, Margaritaville becomes a real, living, breathing place.
As it did this past Saturday.
Because of my past affiliation with the St. Louis Parrotheads, I became Facebook friends with several members. And while I didn't renew my official membership, Rob and I prefer to be Feral Rogue Parrotheads, my Facebook friendships still exist.
So thanks to that wonder that is social media, we were invited to the No Name Deck for a concert by the PHINS.
We considered mightily the fact that this party was an hour away at a private home where we hardly knew anyone, on an afternoon in August when the relative humidity has been 200% with a forecast of 99.9% thunderstorms.
So of course, we were in.
As we drove across two bridges and two rivers the clouds parted and the sky turned blue and the sun shined down. The humidity down shifted from steam bath and as we walked into the backyard of our hosts we were greeted with bear hugs and handshakes and a genuine greeting of 'so glad you made it!'.
|Our lovely hosts, who opened their home and backyard and also had the foresight to rent a port-a-potty for the gathering!|
We feasted on potluck and brauts and chatted with other lawn chair pirates as we sipped our fizzy waters and rosé and the occasional mysterious beverage poured from questionably reused apple juice containers.
We sang along with a phenomenal band.
We booed the guy who kept requesting 'Freebird'.
We helped out a local senior center with personal care item donations.
And for a few hours, we lived in Margaritaville.
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Fun! We have a big Parrothead group here in Tallahassee!ReplyDelete
I can't get over how many groups there are around the world! I guess we are never alone!Delete
Lawn chair pirates - love it!ReplyDelete
they are the most dangerous of your land dwelling pirates!Delete
I loved getting a glimpse into your world, thanks!ReplyDelete
I try to not make it too frightening...Delete
Looks like a blast! I love that guests were asked to bring a donation. What a simple way to help out others. I wonder if Jimmy Buffet's "Margaritaville" is him rolling in the piles of dough he's made off of that song.ReplyDelete
He certainly has plenty, no doubt! I believe the organization is really active with Wounded Warriors as well as some other charitable groups.Delete
So that's what being a Parrothead is all about. One of my husband's cousins is one. That does sound like fun, something like the Porchfest we will have this weekend in Binghamton, New York. Alana ramblinwitham.blogspot.comReplyDelete
It is certainly an infectious environment! Would love to hear about Porchfest!Delete
Well, the parrotheads are flurishing here in Northern Virginia. Buffett comes and plays every July at Jiffy Lube Live in Manassas, VA. Anyone knowing the Washingtonian route to Jiffy Lube knows the botorious Interstae 66. When Buffet comes to play, gridloct on I66. Every other vehicle has a parrot or shark on the vehicle. Many folks my age or older. Of course I remember Buffet in the 70s as a rookie in Washington, DC. To me, Margaritaville is Key West. It just is for me. The local ocean beaches in MD and Virginia just dont get that feel like when your down in Florida. But that is just meReplyDelete