There's something incongruous about seeing Jimmy Buffett play at a downtown arena show (as oppose to the sort of outdoor pavillion I got used to seeing him at when I lived in D.C.). There, we'd build time into the schedule to drive down to Bristow, eat in the parking lot, and take in the tailgating scene before heading to our seats. Afterward we'd sit in the parking lot for three hours while people slowly snaked their way out of it. Here, we took the bus to and from the show and hung out in Barnes & Noble for half an hour before the show because we were so far ahead of schedule.

We were also spoiled by the incredible ticket-buying luck we had in D.C.; most of the time we got center section pavillion seats, and one year we were seated third row center. This time we were in nosebleed territory, way the hell up in the second tier of the Target Center. It was disappointing, not being almost close enough to touch the band, but after a few numbers we got over it and really started enjoying the concert. Jimmy was terrific, as usual, and I can't wait to buy the concert CD once it's available at Amazon. Jimmy, ever the businessman, has been making CDs of each concert available through Amazon. It's a brilliant move; it's probably pretty cheap to produce for him and better quality than any bootleg for his fans.

And the view from the top has its advantages; it's fun to see a stadium full of white people with no rythym and too many drinks in them dancing to "Fins."