Hey! Do tell -- which way do I steer?
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You'll be glad you did!)
It's summer in Florida. Time for some Buffett. Jimmy Buffett.
It's summer in Florida. Bathing suit weather. And I'm still on my diet. Mostly. Aside from the once-a-week Chinese takeout. And the once-a-week homecooked meal.
Hear that sound -- it's my stomach crying out for something that doesn't contain the prefix "Nutri."
So given that, this song seemed like the only appropriate choice for today.
I've loved this song since I was 12 years old. The guy who would eventually become my first serious boyfriend wrote out the words to it in my 8th grade yearbook. Should have been a sign that we were destined for something.
And while this tune sounds just a weeee bit better with a cold draft in your hand, it still works even without.
PS: While looking for a YouTube of this song, I came across this great quote:
"the only people that like Jimmy Buffett are frat boys and alcoholic chicks from the south"
Well. There you are. That just says it all, doesn't it...
Check out the video. In the dictionary, next to the phrase "laid-back," there's Buffett's picture.