So Ya Wanna Be a Parrot Head Do Ya

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Discussion Starter · Feb 15, 2009

For some time now I have heard a great deal about an exclusive society that pays homage to the one and only Jimmy Buffett. Being a big fan of his as well, I often wondered what it took to become a member of this group. Well, I finally found out, and I was given my first (and maybe last) chance to see if I too had what it took to become a Parrot Head.

The indoctrination is tough I might tell ya. I was told that in order to see if I was worthy, I would need to meet the local Parrott Head Supreme at his home location by 3:30 AM on Saturday morning. WOW, talk about your early riser. I knew this was going to be a difficult challenge given that I was attending a “gathering” (ok, party) on Friday night and did not get home until 11:00PM. While I knew that I needed to be in bed right away, I struggled getting to sleep due to the excitement of knowing that after several years, I was now actually going to be given a chance to become a Parrott Head as well. At 12:45AM I looked over at the clock and thought, “what am I doing, I might as well get up.” But then I finally drifted off to sleep. The alarm went off at 2:30 as planned and I can not begin to tell you the joy my wife had in sharing this alarming experience.

It was cold, dark, and extremely quite but the bike was eager to start, and warmed up quickly (I need to talk to somebody about those darn leg warmers, they don’t seem to work). I arrived at Maryland’s Parrott Head Central early and believe that I startled and surprised the Supreme Parrott Head. I was amazed by all the preparations that went into getting ready for this adventure. There was the extremely large BOOM BOX that was needed to play the Music, the special chairs, the floor and dash mats, the tiki God, the incents, the towlets, the bottle of Bailey’s and of course the $200 bottle of some extremely old (only used on these occasions) Tequila. I was humbled.

After finding room for everything we were finally off to the secret place where only a select few Parrott Heads know about. This was a place of mystic order, and was located in a remote corner of Fells Point (where else), in downtown Baltimore. When we rode right past the Natty Boh building, I really know that I was in for a treat.

We arrived at 4:00AM and just as the Supreme Parrott Head predicted, we had secured our place FRIST in line. All of the Parrott Head paraphernalia was off loaded and set up according to years of tradition. The music was turned on and Jimmy Buffett filled the air. The special chairs were arranged by the front door just so in order to not only allow for prime time seating, but to ensure that the message was made clear, The Supreme Parrott Head had not only arrived, but had once again claimed his space at the head of the line. I was getting giddy, but not sure if that was due to the cold, lack of sleep, or the Baileys in the hot chocolate. While setting up, we were even lucky enough to find that “Lost Shaker of Salt” and a shot glass of course.

Shortly after out arrival, others started to arrive and were quickly informed by the Supreme One just what their positions were and what they should expect due to their place in line. It was incredible taking this all in. A Master at Work.

By now, some of you may be wondering just who this Supreme Parrott Head is. Well, I was able to capture a photo of him. He had just allowed a long time Jr. Parrott Head a chance to sit in the #1 Chair, and I thought this was worthy of a photo Op.

As we waited for the doors to open, the Supreme One shared with me his vast knowledge and years of experience. I was at first extremely concerned that I had failed when I informed the Supreme One that I only had a credit card to make my purchase. He shared with me the horrors of having to “hold up the line and risk bad seats” if I did not have cash. But, not to worry. Being the professional that he is, the Supreme One pointed out that right across the street there was an ATM and that I should make good use of it. Finally at 10:00AM the doors opened and the Supreme One entered, cash in hand, while I was left outdoors to watch. Like a well oiled machine, he made quick work of the transactions and returned outside with the treasured prizes. Three extremely close up tickets to the show of all shows. JIMMY BUFFETT. I was beside myself.

After a few more minutes of training, and a couple of pointers made to others by the Supreme One, we were packed up and off on our journey home. As I left the Supreme One’s home, I captured one more shot of The Supreme Parrott Head who was pleased at the day’s results.

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retraite

· #2 · Feb 15, 2009

All 'dat, and not a single word about sumthin' to eat.

Don't know how you'all managed to last as long as you did enqueue without any nourishment or libations.

Will wonders never cease.

And, all for a show on some distant date. I wonder what the preparations will be for the "real deal", i.e., the date of the show?

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Discussion Starter · #3 · Feb 15, 2009

retraite said:
All 'dat, and not a single word about sumthin' to eat.

Don't know how you'all managed to last as long as you did enqueue without any nourishment or libations.

Will wonders never cease.

And, all for a show on some distant date. I wonder what the preparations will be for the "real deal", i.e., the date of the show?

Stay Tuned!