Saturday, September 4, 2010

Someone's Going to Buffett

Lest you think I am all crafty-talented and such crap, let me assure you I AM NOT. My college roommate brought me a Law School Grad gift where she took one of those GIANT martini glasses and decked it out for Buffett. I have stolen her idea, violated her copyright privileges (heh, I know a good lawyer who can defend me) and made a few for my friends. The Captain graciously agreed to help me so that they came out looking somewhat awesome. (He freakin' SEWS people - no end to his talents!)

The one with the Shark is my Original - except we lost the Parrot a few years ago. Yes we really do drink out of these at the Parking Lot Tailgate. One drink is usually enough, or so it seems... (Yes you need a straw and I have awesome straws, too, of course).

MAJOR league burn on index finger. Hot glue guns and Rum might not be a good combination...

Jimmy Buffett here we come!!!!!


Jenn @ Juggling Life said...

You will have such a blast!

Busy Bee Suz said...

these are really cute.
Please for everyone safety, leave the glue gun at home, ok?
Have fun!!!

J.G. said...

Lucky you! It will be such fun!

dkuroiwa said...

just so you know...every single one of those glasses? yep. my name was
ALL OVER them!!!
i'm just saying.
and yes...i love you, so will NOT be too jealous of your going to MY Jimmy B's concert. ONe yes, the Captain can join....are going to a concert....Suz, too...what fun would that be!!!
Sing Fins really really loud for me, would you...and dance...;-)

Hula Girl at Heart said...

Sweet! Enjoy!!! I love the glasses. I'm sure they get lots of jealous looks on the tailgating circuit. Raise a toast for me at JB.

ChiTown Girl said...

I'm jealous! Have fun. Those glasses turned are fabulous! And, when the hell are you gonna clone The Captain and send me my own Captain?

Stop over at my place, there's an award waiting for you. :)

dkuroiwa said... haven't heard from you in a while...have you fallen and can't get up? were you taken hostage by a wild parrothead? have you fallen behind the desk, covered up with papers and being overworked? or...did you go to The Keys and just leave a note for the mailman to forward your mail?
Inquiring minds (and good friends wanna know!!)