Blog reader, Sunday brunch crew member and Bud Light connoisseur John D mentioned to me recently that he’s feeling a bit left out lately. I haven’t mentioned him in the blog in a while. Hang on, let’s post a pic of John D so everyone knows who I’m talking about:
There ya go. That’s John D. This is the same John D, by the way, who has a breakfast named after him on the Majestic Grille’s brunch menu. Anyway, we were at brunch yesterday, and several of us planned to go to Music Fest afterward. “I’m skipping Music Fest,” John D said. “It’s just not my thing.” Understandable. There are many people in Memphis for whom Music Fest is not their thing. However, when John D sees the picture below, I think he’s going to be sorry he didn’t attend:
If you click the image above to view it in full size, you’ll see that it is the Bud Light Lounge. It was at the festival and it was open to the public. So John D could have spent the weekend lounging in the Bud Light Lounge. (John D: “Wha… wha happened? Paul, what festival is the lounge headed to next weekend? Also, do you think they’ll sell it to me? I’ll trade my house for it!”)
By the way, I had a disturbing John D-related nightmare last night. In the dream I was part of a conspiracy who had killed John D and thrown his body in the Mississippi River. It was a couple days afterward and I was in an apartment somewhere to the northeast of Memphis – let’s say Indiana – rented by a relative of one of the co-conspirators. I knew I needed to get back to Memphis, because I knew it would look suspicious for me to suddenly be gone right after John D’s untimely death. In the dream I had arranged to have one of the bums “offed” as well, so I knew I was facing two murder charges and after a long run my freedom was about to come to an end.
More pics from Music Fest to come. I’ll go ahead and post one because it’s a particularly good picture – here’s a pic of regular blog reader Mendi in a tube top:
Sunday was possibly the first time this decade that I had a really, really good time at Music Fest. I hung out in the Memphis Flyer tent nearly all day long, although I did catch a little of Aretha Franklin. Thanks so much to the Flyer for a great weekend, and to Mikey the Camera Nazi for inviting me.
After Music Fest I stopped by Calhoun’s for a couple of beers. The Cardinals and Cubs were playing, and anytime the Cubs are on they have $1 cans of Old Style – it wasn’t bad beer. Not for a buck anyway. No worse than drinking a PBR can. Got to talk to one of my BBQ Fest neighbors (he’s on a shoulder team two booths down from us) and we discussed plans for this year’s festival. The deck was open and it’s pretty awesome, with nice patio furniture.
Apologies to those who went by the Corkscrew Saturday after I reported that it would be open. It wasn’t. I’ve been told it will be open today “come hell or high water,” although again I’m hearing that from a second-hand source. I did get to peer in the Corkscrew’s windows on the way home from BBQ Fest yesterday, and they have a huge inventory, which indeed is comparable to that of Kimbrough and almost to that of Joe’s Liquors.
After I left Calhoun’s I planned to stop by the Saucer, but once I got there, it was 10 PM and 11 hours of drinking and walking had taken its toll. I decided to just go home and get a good night’s sleep in order to be functional at work today.
Check back for a second post later today… I will announce my choice for “BFF of the Month” for May.