Wow. So this weekend was amazing. There were concerts (check out the photoblog for a few pics of that) and there was driving and more concerts. Went to Memphis, and managed to leave my cameraphone in the car. Wow. I say wow a lot. Now the recuperating must begin. And it must begin with me sleeping all the time. Some of the highlights of the trip:
Waking up on a couch with someone's cat crawling over my shoulder. All I remember is grabbing a handful of small animal and throwing it away from me. Did I mention I'm allergic to cats? That brings us to
Stumbling into the bathroom and breaking out into a cold sweat as I realized I couldn't breathe. Then stumbling towards the door outside gasping for air.
Singing Rappers Delight in a full fledged karaoke bar. With Jared. On a stage. Then having people tell us we did an awesome job. Even though we both know we sucked. Thanks rhythmless white guy. You must have been drinking.
Did I mention the talent in that karaoke bar? Believe me, there were some talented folks on that stage. The coordinator was very talented. She did a Tina Turner that was phenomenal.
Eating at Dyers. You see, Dyers has been around since the early 1900's and the reason is the famous grease that has also been around since the early 1900's. And the food there was. . .horrible. Oh my god. There's a reason why they serve alcohol there. Because you'd have to be drunk to eat there. I mean that. Check out the "legend" that is a Dyers burger at the official Beale street website.
Does that mean I was drunk? No. That means that I wish I had been drunk.
I would put the "drink tally" up but, well, I don't want people thinking I drink a lot. Wait, does the fact that I just said that mean you think I drink a lot? Lets just drop that.
Leaving my phone in the car. To my credit, I didn't forget my phone. I remembered it was in the car. I just decided I didn't really need it. Six missed calls and two messages were all I didn't get till late. No biggie right?
The rain. So ever seen a concert in the rain? Wear a polo shirt. Those things are like the most absorbent shirts I have ever worn. Not a drop of rain made it past that shirt. I mean, literally the seats in front of me were dry because my shirt had soaked up all the rain that came within a three foot radius of me. Seriously. It was awesome. (can you just feel that sarcasm?)
Did I mention that the rain was off and on? Like at first it was torrential then it would stop, you'd start to dry a little bit, you know go buy a beer from the stand only to have said beer get rained in by the return of the torrential downpour?
And the beer was six bucks a cup. SIX bucks a cup people. We're talking a biggie sized drink and a triple at Wendy's. Which, coincidentally, is a better choice than say, Dyers. That's right. I'll diss them to the day I die. And then I'll be sure I mention them on my tombstone. Something like, "Now that I'm dead, I regret only one thing. That's right, eating at Dyers!"
Did I just mention Dyers and tombstones?
And yes, I'm allergic to cats. I know I know, that sounds like Jerm's thing, but I'm still trying to recover from the allergy attack I had.
Sarcasm. Like dogs tearing at flesh. There was a lot of sarcasm. I enjoyed it thoroughly. Does that make me a bad person? Am I wrong to enjoy seeing people being put down, in public? And if I am, who can say they don't join me in that pleasure? Show of hands. Hypocrites. Put your hands down.
Speaking of hypocrites, Jared you suck! Even though you don't read this blog. Somebody tell Jared to visit this site. He needs to see that for himself.
The O'Jays. Put your hands together for them. Right now. They are old, very old, and they still bring the live show. Complete with stylish dance moves straight from the decade they were popular in.
Huntsville, you also suck. You couldn't get a band with a certifiable hit this year? Or maybe even in the last three years? No? Why not go get an indie band? I'd pay good money to see a genuine indie band. They carry more clout than Tishaminga. Who, I didn't see by the way. And what's up with raising the prices while simultaneously lowering your standards? That's called crap, Huntsville. You can only play the family fun card for so long before we realize you're too cheap, bent on profits, and way too used to nothing happening to make something happen.
And while I'm at it, has anyone seen Peyton Manning? He's been missing since last season apparently. If you have, could you tell him my fantasy football team misses him. Oh, and we left a plate of cookies out for him. All he has to do is throw touchdowns.
That does it for me, I'm going to go sleep till I feel cheerful again. Oh wait, I'd have to go into a coma for that. I'll just go sleep till tomorrow.