It’s arrived — the rainy season, that is. We are at that time of year where it either rains all day for a week straight or it rains every afternoon. Luckily this past weekend was beautiful because we needed a little sunshine after all that rain, or at least Boozie did! But no worries, I didn’t let a little rain scare me away. I’ve got your weekly gossip right here!

Fins to the left, lightning to the right
As promised, I’ve got the full Jimmy Buffett scoop! Last Tuesday night, as I was eating dinner, I received a call from my Parrot Head friends that had been partying all day. They informed me that I had an hour and half to get to the concert and that they had two tickets for me. I called a guy friend first, no luck; called a pregnant friend — hello, designated driver — she was in a meeting; third time’s the charm and I had a friend on her way to meet me. We were headed to The Wharf and knew we’d be cutting it close on time.

We get there and the place is packed, people are parked all over the place. Luckily Boozie had the right connections and could get VIP-ish parking. We pull in and luckily find a parking spot. An older man asked how likely was it we would get a spot right as the concert was about to begin. That’s how Boozie rolls, Gramps!

Jimmy wasn’t wasting any time and started the concert right away. By the time we got beers and started toward our middle-row seats, we realized someone had taken our spot. No worries, some people offered to scoot over, giving us the two end seats. This was going great, the beers were cold and the music was gold.

About an hour into the concert, it started to drizzle and Jimmy told the crowd he would take the weather with him and launched into “Take the Weather with You.” A few folks took cover, I guess because they knew what was about to come. It began to rain harder and harder. Even Jimmy had to scoot back some. Then it started lightning and pouring. Jimmy kept playing while most people found whatever shelter they could. This wasn’t a little shower like at the Brantley Gilbert concert I told y’all about last week, this was pouring rain. Let’s just say it wasn’t the best night for white jeans.

We were already wet so figured, what the heck, might as well get back out there and enjoy the concert, which we did! A little rain didn’t hurt us and so many people had fled the main amphitheater, it was almost as if Jimmy was holding a private concert.

When it came time to leave, the amphitheater was flooded and Mother Nature was still dumping more rain. Jimmy came back onstage for an encore of “Defying Gravity.” Most people were in the concession area when the concert ended, waiting for the rain to slack off. The security staff began asking people to leave, and when they wouldn’t, they locked arms and started forcing people out. Boozie’s Parrot Head friends were some of those people and started chanting “Hell no, we won’t go!” They ended up leaving anyway.

Let’s just say Wednesday was rough but well worth the lack of sleep, the soaked clothes and pounding head. I’d go back to Margaritaville anyday!

Oh, I almost forgot: While Jimmy played “Bama Breeze” a picture of the Flora-Bama was displayed on the backdrop! So I’d say that solved that mystery, now if we could only figure out which place serves the famous “cheeseburger in paradise”!

My bad
All my blabbering the last two weeks caused me to miss informing y’all that Food Network also made a stop at Von’s Bistro downtown! While Josh Denny was in town filming “Ginormous Food” at LoDa Bier Garten he also filmed a bit at Von’s. The Food Network star was treated to one of Von’s spring rolls. But this was no regular order of spring rolls, this was a ginormous one! And If I had to guess, I’m sure it was just as tasty as the regular ones. Ugh, about to have to cancel my diet and go eat!

What is going on around here? I have two incidents to report of people missing their clothes. The first one isn’t really in my jurisdiction but close enough. My spy reported a man running down the highway in Pensacola naked! Yep, butt naked, he didn’t even have on shoes. Escambia County Sheriff’s Department was hot on the case. One officer was chasing him but realized he wasn’t going to be able to catch him. Then a sheriff in a car tasered him and he fell face-first to the ground. Ouch! I’m guessing they got him in the booty, it could have been worse considering he was naked.

Then, as if that wasn’t enough, as I was driving through midtown I spotted a lady with no pants on. She was walking down the street in a shirt and underwear. No, it wasn’t swimsuit bottoms or short-shorts, it was underwear, because she preceded to pick her wedgie as I passed by. I guess some people just don’t care, or maybe she was on her way to buy clear pants. Yes, they are a thing, check them out. Might be a little hot for Mobile. …

Well, kids, that’s all I’ve got this week. Just remember, whether rain or shine, dramatic or scandalous or just some plain ol’ Jimmy Buffett lovin’, I will be there. Ciao!