I had a dream early yesterday morning that I met Jimmy Buffett. The man. The legend. He who is still searching for his lost shaker of salt. Oh, and he was kind of short. And balding. But I met THE MAN. And also, he hit on me.
Here is my dream synopsis…I never remember my dreams but as soon as I woke up I sat down at my laptop and furiously typed out the details before they went into the mommy brain abyss of smashed bananas and soggy Cheerios.
I was on Murfeesboro Road here in Nashville and stopped at a Carribean theme day spa, which in and of itself sounds extremely seedy, and realized it was part of a chain Jimmy Buffett was starting. Well lo and behold Buffett himself was in the back talking business with his wife! I hung around for a while in the retail part of the spa trying not to look like a stalker, but then headed out to my car as I gave up on meeting the man. As I opened my car door he walked out into the parking lot and I knew if I didn’t approach him that I would be missing out on a once in a lifetime opportunity! I walked over to him and said hello and asked if he minded if I got his autograph for my husband, who was a huge fan. We headed back into the spa for the autograph. I told him my husband would be thrilled to meet him and that we loved all his old school music. I mentioned that the hubby’s favorite album was Floridays and Jimmy (we’re on a first-name in Snooze Land) told me I was going to make him cry because that was his favorite album. I told him we first saw him in concert in 1988 on the Hot Water tour.
Any way, Jimmy was awesome in the dream–extremely friendly and down to earth–but then he started hugging me and getting a little too friendlly. He told me I was cute and he’d love to see me again when he came to Nashville and I was all “Your wife is in the next room!” and he was all “Just look out for her, she’s in the back!” and I was all “I want your autograph for my husband!” and he was all “Give me your number so I can call you the next time I’m in town!” and I was all “OK, my husband and I would love to go out on the town with you the next time you’re in Nashville.” I was digging in my purse for my business card to hand to him as he walked toward the back of the shop to find something to autograph. You know, a little something like a custom guitar or something. And then I woke up.
Jimmy, if you ever run across this blog, my husband and I have been fans of yours since the 1980s. We know all your old songs by heart. I realize Nashvegas is not your favorite place to land, though. Oh and we live in West Nashville.