Walkin in Memphis
Its 320 AM/220 AM central. Keith is looking for shows on TV and I am updating the website. just like i thought it would be. we got lost in the slums of memphis but ended up finding the most ghetto super 8 motel and finding a place to hang our heads for the night.
the day started leaving bristol, TN/VA. god knows. we drove 3 hours into nashville and it
was pretty cool. checked out some authentic tennessee bbq and took a tour of the ryman auditorium, home of the original grand ole opry and the birthplace of bluegrass. lots of sweet musical history.
after that, we drove 3 more hours into memphis. when i say "we drove" i mean I DROVE. Keith just kept sweating a lot and rolling the window down in the freezing cold rain so that he wouldn't sweat as much and smell. He just keeps sweating.
Memphis was the best of towns. it was the worst of towns. After navigating thru the slums to our hotel (which looks like its cursed, smells pretty bad...has black cats walking through cornfields which children inhabit), we took the shuttle to downtown memphis/BEALE street. full of neon lights and old schoool blues. we started at the Rum Boogie, where every notable musician, from Trey to Billy Joel, has ducked in and performed at one time or another. An amazing blues band, their house band, played there, and we split a catfish/pork/ribs/gumbo/redbeans and rice dinner. it was amazing. everyone in town was so nice, like our old lady tour guide, and the tour guide at the opry. we watched endy chavez's once-in-a-lifetime grab, and moved onto bar after bar.
The first bar, the FLYING SAUCER, had some 200 varieties of beer and the hottest girls I've ever conversed with in my life. They all had phenomenal bodies, long blonde hair, and wore short plaid skirts with fuck me tattoos. Some cool guys from town told us about memphis and bought us guiness's. sounds sweet right?
then we went to coyote ugly where the ho's dance on the bar. they weren't that cool and we were the only people in there and these ugly bachelor party chicks told us to come with them and we did and got mixed up with some bums that keith paid like 8$ to and he got drug tested at the homeless shelter and i lit a cigarette for him. his name was herb and he got 9 years in prison for stealing 20000$+ from a warehouse. then some chicks gave us the finger and we got drunker and came home
sweet. malcolm in th emiddle is on. i joked with keith that he woudl be watching TV and i would be updating the website at 2 AM instead of us doin something else. Well....I was right.
the day started leaving bristol, TN/VA. god knows. we drove 3 hours into nashville and it
was pretty cool. checked out some authentic tennessee bbq and took a tour of the ryman auditorium, home of the original grand ole opry and the birthplace of bluegrass. lots of sweet musical history.
after that, we drove 3 more hours into memphis. when i say "we drove" i mean I DROVE. Keith just kept sweating a lot and rolling the window down in the freezing cold rain so that he wouldn't sweat as much and smell. He just keeps sweating.
Memphis was the best of towns. it was the worst of towns. After navigating thru the slums to our hotel (which looks like its cursed, smells pretty bad...has black cats walking through cornfields which children inhabit), we took the shuttle to downtown memphis/BEALE street. full of neon lights and old schoool blues. we started at the Rum Boogie, where every notable musician, from Trey to Billy Joel, has ducked in and performed at one time or another. An amazing blues band, their house band, played there, and we split a catfish/pork/ribs/gumbo/redbeans and rice dinner. it was amazing. everyone in town was so nice, like our old lady tour guide, and the tour guide at the opry. we watched endy chavez's once-in-a-lifetime grab, and moved onto bar after bar.
The first bar, the FLYING SAUCER, had some 200 varieties of beer and the hottest girls I've ever conversed with in my life. They all had phenomenal bodies, long blonde hair, and wore short plaid skirts with fuck me tattoos. Some cool guys from town told us about memphis and bought us guiness's. sounds sweet right?
then we went to coyote ugly where the ho's dance on the bar. they weren't that cool and we were the only people in there and these ugly bachelor party chicks told us to come with them and we did and got mixed up with some bums that keith paid like 8$ to and he got drug tested at the homeless shelter and i lit a cigarette for him. his name was herb and he got 9 years in prison for stealing 20000$+ from a warehouse. then some chicks gave us the finger and we got drunker and came home
sweet. malcolm in th emiddle is on. i joked with keith that he woudl be watching TV and i would be updating the website at 2 AM instead of us doin something else. Well....I was right.
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