There is always drama at Buffett. My friend and her husband (also a cop) got into a beer fight after the show one year. He finally got pissed and left her in the lot. We had to drive her, crying, back to the hotel. They promptly made up. grabbed more beer and jumped into the pool fully clothed.
I must rant a bit about the 3 old farts and the pervert that were behind us this year. It was warm and beautiful all day until 5 minutes before the show started. The beachballs were flying as usual and the old lady behind me got hit with one and spilled her 3ft margarita. She was so upset that she spilled on her 'nice' blanket. (*don't bring nice stuff to buffett, it get trashed*) so she poured water on the waterproof side to clean it up. The water went ALL over me! Bitch! Her perverted son/husband whatever, kept trying to dance all behind me. The cop had to get behind me and (subtly) remind him to get his old ass away from mine. They got cold in the rain and left early. Awwwwww.... too bad, so sad.
Also, to the driver of the big black truck with personalized plates that make reference to a buffett character who 'sings for his supper every night'... you need to learn to drive. You almost hit my car a couple times and the cop was armed and ready to pull you out of the truck. (this was in the parking lot).
I have a question...
we went to taco bell after the show. It was the only thing open. The line was LONG but they were fast, friendly and got our order right. Can we get these kids to talk to the chihuahua up the road? They screw up everything!
Back to work for the next 3 nights.
Don't call me nurse, baby, boo, bitch, teeny bopper, shoty or anything else along those lines. I'm here to save your ass, not kiss it.