A reminder why it’s great to live in Downtown Memphis

I’ve always said, my favorite venues Downtown are the ones that are extensions of their owner’s personalities. Last night I had the pleasure of going to The Warehouse on G.E. Patterson for the birthday party of its owner, Kris. Kris is a generous guy who loves Memphis, loves his friends (and has a ton of them), and loves music. That is reflected in every last detail of The Warehouse. Here are a few pics from last night.

P1010496 — One of the bands that performed last night

P1010526 — Crowd shot. It got packed later in the evening, which is pretty impressive considering The Warehouse is not a small place by any means.

P1010492 — My plate from the buffet. The Nuh-Uh Girl, oddly enough, knew there would be free food and didn't attend. She went to a bat mitzvah instead. Funny how she suddenly becomes devout in practicing her religion when there's a big party with lots of food.

P1010519 — Esther and Otto watching the fire dancers. Esther pointed out that she had a tube top on, but it doesn't count because she wore a sweater with it. Tube tops are not meant to be covered up.

An exciting Friday night. Kappy birthday to Kris, and thanks for inviting me. I’ll say it one more time – if you’re ever invited to a Warehouse party, don’t ask questions, don’t think it over, just GO. You won’t be disappointed.

Had a few PBRs at the Monkey before heading over there. Averted a crisis as one of my friends, who hadn’t RSVPd, suddenly became very very very interested in going to the Warehouse for some reason. I was surprised that, for once, he wanted to do something other than sit on his ass at the same bar where he sits every weekend night, but I guess he found motivation. I gave him Kris’s number and they got him in via text message.

Today is a new day, and on to the next birthday party. This one should be fun too, since it involves several of my favorite bars in the Downtown core. “I’ll warn you though,” the birthday boy told me, “the party may end up at a gay dance club.”

“Not a problem,” I told him, especially since I know that a lot of straights go to this club too. Okay, let’s stop and examine this for a minute. Party that ends at a gay club – no problem. Party that ends at Saturday night crappyoke at the Monkey – deal killer, won’t go. Somewhere there’s an invisible line that reads, “BEYOND HERE SUCKS,” and karaoke night is on the wrong side of the line.

I hope there are TVs wherever we end up tonight. John Calidouchebag plays in his first Final Four tonight, tipoff 7:49 PM. Hopefully the Huskies of UConn will send Cal home, then lose to Butler in the championship game.

Just realized, the SEC is a one-douchebag league, now that Pearl’s gone. The one that’s left is a mighty big ‘bag, though. Wonder if World Wide Wes will join Cal on the sidelines tonight.

All right, 58 messages in the inbox, and some of it appears to be news I need to post, so let me hit Publish on this one and see what we’ve got. Another post is likely to come soon.