Monday, May 07, 2007
And A Great Time Was Had By All.....
Another Phins To The West is in the books, and as usual, it was a lot of great music, good, friends, short stories, and long laughs. We convoyed up Thursday afternoon with Wayners and Janners, Pirate Captain and His Wench, and Steve-o and Rocky. The party was on in earnest out by the pool when Stars on the Water took the stage, and as usual, Jer had the crowd eating out of his hand. Pretty much everyone had too much fun that night, but no major damage was noted to any individuals or the permanent infrastructure of the Avi.
Somebody (read: Crime Dog) was bright enough to set the Friday golf game for 11:40, so everyone got to sleep in. The course was in great shape, but the Scotch Terriers were out in force. What's a Scotch Terrier, you ask? It's from the latest Ron White show. Ron says he has two Scotch Terriers: Birdie and Bogey. People remark that it's cute that he named his dogs after his golf game. His response? "If they were named after my golf game, that one would be 'Double Bogey'," and that one would be 'Where The Fuck Is That Ball Going?'" Well, after subjugating the golf course to our will with rabid packs of Scotch Terriers, forcing it to ingest about three dozen golf balls, we headed back for more pool, music, and yes - beer. Matt Wahl was there, singing "There's no way you can drink all day unless you start in the morning." Matt might have gotten the inspiration for that song from a bumper sticker at a Buffett show, but it applies just as well to Phins To the West.
That night was Hanna's Reef turn on the big stage. The show really took off when the incomparable Bob What's My Name Karwin hit the stage during a break and set the house on fire. Speaking of fire, Bob's rendition of Johnny Cash's Ring of Fire was a blast. Several of us joined in the chorus from the dance floor by playing air trumpet choruses of "TOOT da toot da toot TOOT Da Doo." Next thing we know, Hanna's Reef joined Bob back on stage at the end of their break and rolled right in with their own instruments and air trumpets, and it was real show stopper.
Anyway, the rest of the weekend was filled with calls and answers of "TOOT da toot da toot TOOT Da Doo." The non-Phins people eating dinner at the buffet the next day looked as though they had wandered into some private joke and had no clue just what the punchline was. They were right.
What can be said about Saturday poolside at Phins To The West? For my ppurposes, it's the best part of the weekend. Relaxing, refreshing, and lots of laughs. Matt Wahl threw out kazoos and plastic easter eggs filled with something to make them rattle, and those easter eggs soon became missiles. Turns out it was rice inside them. I'm confident the pool filtration system got it all. Karwin hit the pool stage with his ahowman's skills, just killing the corw, and then brough the Boat Drunks up for a acoustic set. Someone asked "What can they possibly do acoustically? It's not their thing." As it turns out, it actually is their thing. They were fantastic.
Then, from the moment they stepped on stage Saturday night, The Boat Drunks filled the dance floor with happy Parrotheads. I've said it before, and I'll say it again: This is simply the very best trop rock band out there, and they play Buffett as well as Buffett himself. Front man Jake was wearing his Arizona Parrothead Club tee shirt we gave him earlier, so the band not only sounded great, they looked great. I already can't wait to see them again at Meeting of the Minds. Of course, if we could get them out here for the opening of the new Margaritaville in Peoria........more on that later.
Suffice it say, at least in our little convoy, the trip home was much quieter than the trip over. And that's a good thing.
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Somebody (read: Crime Dog) was bright enough to set the Friday golf game for 11:40, so everyone got to sleep in. The course was in great shape, but the Scotch Terriers were out in force. What's a Scotch Terrier, you ask? It's from the latest Ron White show. Ron says he has two Scotch Terriers: Birdie and Bogey. People remark that it's cute that he named his dogs after his golf game. His response? "If they were named after my golf game, that one would be 'Double Bogey'," and that one would be 'Where The Fuck Is That Ball Going?'" Well, after subjugating the golf course to our will with rabid packs of Scotch Terriers, forcing it to ingest about three dozen golf balls, we headed back for more pool, music, and yes - beer. Matt Wahl was there, singing "There's no way you can drink all day unless you start in the morning." Matt might have gotten the inspiration for that song from a bumper sticker at a Buffett show, but it applies just as well to Phins To the West.
That night was Hanna's Reef turn on the big stage. The show really took off when the incomparable Bob What's My Name Karwin hit the stage during a break and set the house on fire. Speaking of fire, Bob's rendition of Johnny Cash's Ring of Fire was a blast. Several of us joined in the chorus from the dance floor by playing air trumpet choruses of "TOOT da toot da toot TOOT Da Doo." Next thing we know, Hanna's Reef joined Bob back on stage at the end of their break and rolled right in with their own instruments and air trumpets, and it was real show stopper.
Anyway, the rest of the weekend was filled with calls and answers of "TOOT da toot da toot TOOT Da Doo." The non-Phins people eating dinner at the buffet the next day looked as though they had wandered into some private joke and had no clue just what the punchline was. They were right.
What can be said about Saturday poolside at Phins To The West? For my ppurposes, it's the best part of the weekend. Relaxing, refreshing, and lots of laughs. Matt Wahl threw out kazoos and plastic easter eggs filled with something to make them rattle, and those easter eggs soon became missiles. Turns out it was rice inside them. I'm confident the pool filtration system got it all. Karwin hit the pool stage with his ahowman's skills, just killing the corw, and then brough the Boat Drunks up for a acoustic set. Someone asked "What can they possibly do acoustically? It's not their thing." As it turns out, it actually is their thing. They were fantastic.
Then, from the moment they stepped on stage Saturday night, The Boat Drunks filled the dance floor with happy Parrotheads. I've said it before, and I'll say it again: This is simply the very best trop rock band out there, and they play Buffett as well as Buffett himself. Front man Jake was wearing his Arizona Parrothead Club tee shirt we gave him earlier, so the band not only sounded great, they looked great. I already can't wait to see them again at Meeting of the Minds. Of course, if we could get them out here for the opening of the new Margaritaville in Peoria........more on that later.
Suffice it say, at least in our little convoy, the trip home was much quieter than the trip over. And that's a good thing.
