April 2nd, 2002


A little tale to make me forget where I am

Dale and her roommate Kelsey and I were at Cheeseburger in Paradise, a Jimmy Buffet-themed restaurant on the waterfront in Maui having some pre-dollar-drink-night margaritas as served by the bartender they lovingly referred to as Angry Vegan. Not because he actually *is* vegan, but because he looks like one--you know, all malnourished and stuff. I ended up calling him Dave Montana by the end of the trip, because his nametag had where he is from written on it too. He wore the Dave Fairbanks, AL badge sometimes too, but it got annoying when people would ask him why he moved to Hawaii from Alaska.

There was a guy with a guitar playing bar songs in the corner. During a song break, someone, in a rare display of wit, shouted "FREEBIRD".

And the guy played it. He actually played it. For the first time in history, some drunk yelled Freebird and got his wish.

Before that day, I didn't even know it was a song. I thought it was just something you yelled at musicians.
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