Holy coconut bra, Batman! We’re just ONE week away from Buffett in Nashville! Where have the weeks gone? It seems like just yesterday I was scrambling around on Ticketmaster trying to buy tickets before the little timer in the lower righthand corner ran out. Never fear, I found my parrot flip-flops and grass skirt in the moving boxes and dusted them off. I will be ready to roll when the B-Man hits Bridgestone Arena.
However, last night I was reading online the rules for the arena and came across these:
Intoxicated Guests are not admitted into Bridgestone Arena at any time. If you see an intoxicated person enter Bridgestone Arena, please contact building security or Metro Police.
Frisbees and/or beach balls are not allowed
Patrons entering the Arena must be properly attired with shoes and a shirt. The items must be worn at all times in the facility.
And I said to myself, “Self, the folks at Bridgestone have no idea what’s about to hit ‘em.”
Oh, and Brother Dave? If you see me, say hello and don’t worry I won’t tell your parishioners where you were. What happens at Buffett, stays at Buffett.
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