As a friend of mine is fond of saying, “Well, this day sure took a left turn in a hurry.” That would describe yesterday pretty well.
About 4:00 I found myself at the bar at the Silly Goose. I hadn’t even meant to be there; until a few minutes before I had been down the street at the Flying Saucer. However, three of us decided it was time for a venue change after an unwanted guest attempted to join our conversation. We told him we were going to the Beale Street Tap Room, then walked to the Goose.
I noticed that Dusty, the bartender, was lining up pint glasses along the bar. Then he lined up a shot glass next to each pint glass. “What’s going on?” I wondered.
I soon had my answer. We have friends getting married in Las Vegas this week, and the groom was in the house. It was his last full day in Memphis as a single man. In his honor, someone had purchased forty Irish car bombs – a round for the entire bar. Needless to say, the Goose turned into one giant shitshow not long after the car bombs. (It could be argued that it was a shitshow even before the shots were passed out.) There were high-fives being passed around, more shots, and that Giant Jenga game falling over again and again. It’s the kind of spontaneous fun that is known to break out in Downtown Memphis on a Sunday afternoon.
Somehow I managed to make it to the 6:30 poker game at the Blind Bear. While we were playing, I snapped this pic of the Nuh-Uh Girl eating.
As for news to report, well, there really isn’t a lot. Wicked ended its run at the Orpheum yesterday. Hopefully I will be back tomorrow with some Downtown news to report. I’ll be out after work, leading off at happy hour with Melissa at Bardog.