We joined throngs of Atlanta parrotheads for our lost-track-of-how-many annual excursions to the Jimmy Buffett concert yesterday.
In true Buffett fashion and with the top down on the Jeep, we hit the parking lot hours before the the concert kicked off for a festive, margarita-fied tailgate.
|Zac Brown? Or a spot on doppleganger?|
|Skinny Girl + Fat Boy Margaritas|
And around dusk it was time to gather up our blankets and hit the famed lawn at Lakewood to listen to beach music with our shoes off, beers in hand, beach balls a-flyin’ and Southern stars over head.
Fins up, y’all!