Parrot Head

“I would never drive to Texas just for a concert. You’re crazy.” –co-worker
“Do you not know me by now?”- me
“Ah, right.” –co-worker

Jimmy’s view of the Parrot Heads… “My interpretation is that they are basically pretty normal people with a slight strain of insanity in their makeup.”

http://www.margaritaville.com/about_jimmy6.php

“The 1985 Fall issue of Country Hits described it best, “All of the reviews written about Jimmy Buffett over the past several years have seemed to have a couple of things in common: first, the reviewers enjoy and admire Buffett and his music; and second, these same writers are at their wits end trying to come up with a nice pat label to pin on the man.” Their recent attempts would indicate that Buffett is a `unique, funky, easygoin’, charismatic, enigmatic, colloquial, progressive, intellectual, maverick country-folk-rock singer/songwriter/performer.’”

http://www.margaritaville.com/about_jimmy3.php

If you know Doug, it becomes perfectly clear why Doug is a Parrot Head.
And if you know me, you will understand why I will go to Texas… just to see him smile. Or cry happy tears.

I know someone who buys his gal fancy handbags, and another who goes out to operas and plays. I am taking my guy to see Buffett because he is a Parrot Head.

What do you do to make your sig. fig. smile? To what lengths will you go to make them happy, and what simple things make them happy too?