2004 Parrot Head Profile

Name-                      Peter Vroom                             

You know me as-       Pirate Pete              

Marital status-          Yep, to my lovely wife Loni (aka Brat)            

Member since-          1998                 

Flocked from-           N.J. (Unfortunately)                 

Favorite JB tune-      Creola            

Other music?            Jazz and Fusion.                 

Hobbies?                  Scuba Diving, Skiing, Reading, Biking, BOATING..Basically – BOATS, BEACHES, & Bars

                             (no Ballads please).                          

What do you drink?      Beer! Hooraaaay Beer!          

Likes?                      See Hobbies.                                                                  

Dis-likes?                  Attitudes, snobs, close-mindedness, bureaucracy. And any other

                              downers that I can think of.                                  

Favorite Buffettism-    “I wanna go back to the island, Where the shrimp boats tie up to the pilins'
                               Gimme oysters and beer For dinner every day of the year, and I'll feel fine
                               I'll feel fine”        

We want more. Tell us when you became a Parrothead and why you joined the TBPH club—

Well… When I first moved to Florida, I got a job at Paradyne. There, I met a man named Bob Barker. I proceeded to work with him on a programming project, and we became friends. Well, ol’ Bob told me about a group of people called “Parrotheads”, who listened to Jimmy Buffett music (Jimmy who???) and helped the environment, and went to meetings, and had a blast. (I thought he was some kind of cult freak and forgot about it. Still a nice guy).

            I left Paradyne after that and about a year later, Loni and I went to a party on Pier 60. There we met Lori and Axl at a tiny Parrothead recruiting booth. They told us all about the club. We were curious, and we went to a meeting. We had such a blast that we joined that night, and haven’t looked back since.

            The end of this tale, my friends, is that I met ol’ Bob at a Parrothead party about 3 months later. But it wasn’t ol’ Bob, but Papa Smurf instead!! I walked up to him with a huge grin and said, “Remember me?” He smiled back and said “I knew you would make it here someday”. Wise ass.    ;-)