IT'S 5 O'CLOCK SOMEWHERE !!!!!!!

JUST THIS SIDE OF PARADISE: We, as in myself, my husband, my friends, our families, are Parrotheads. We have travelled near and far to see a Buffet Concert. This was one down in Tampa, FL. We were prepared. We had our grill for the cheeseburgers, our grass skirts, and, of course, our Margaritaville Margarita Machine. (We even have a small generator we take to run the margarita machine). We had a very large time.
A couple of summers ago, we flew up to Chicago to see Buffett. While there, we did some touristy things, went to the Navy Pier, caught a game at Wrigley, and had the most incredible pizza in the world. The concert, while great, was a memory in the making. We had to take the train from Chicago to the amphitheatre (45 minutes) that the concert was going to be in. Since the train stopped running long before the concert would be over, we made arrangements with the taxi driver that took us from the station to the amphitheatre to come and get us after the show. Little did we know.... I would guess that, as the night grew, more and more people made the same arrangement with the same LOOSER taxi guy, only at higher rates. After the concert, we were stranded. It happened to be my brother-in-laws birthday, so we sat there and sang. Unfortunately, we had no cooler as we were travelling by train. We had no chairs. We had no ride.
As we looked around the parking lot at all of empty bottles, we saw more people who, like us, had been duped by the LOOSER. We saw the band leave in their million dollar busses. We saw the tractor trailers leave with all of the gear for the band. We saw police who, (let me remind you, we were NOT in the South), were afraid they couldn't help us.
As it crept upon the 2:00 a.m., hour, my wonderful sister-in-law, talked a limo driver into taking us back to Chicago. You see, there were 7 of us, and his limo was not a stretch. It was only for 3 passengers. As we crammed into this car, people were sitting on laps, I got to sit up front, you know, "in the middle", of a car that was not built with a seat there. The driver was so nervous. He could've lost his license. As he drove, I kept thanking him, urging him to drive faster, and telling him how proud I was every time he made a good strategic "Traffic" move. I actually made him laugh.
By the time I got in bed, it was after3:00 a.m. The bus to take us to the airport for the flight home was picking us up at 6:00 a.m.
It was worth it all, however. It was, after all, Jimmy Buffett