Today’s Beale Street holiday parade has been canceled due to weather concerns. WREG meteorologists say the worst of the line of storms will move through about 2:30 PM, the parade’s planned midway point.
The Orpheum hosts performances of Ballet Memphis’ The Nutcracker this weekend and next. Tickets are $13-$78.
The list of the best things CA food columnist Jennifer Chandler had to eat this week includes a Downtown dish: the Fried Green Tomato BLT at By the Brewery at 496 Tennessee Street.
From men’s magazine The Manual: This $80 bottle of straight bourbon whiskey just won an award for best in the South. The South’s Best Spirits Awards recently placed that distinction upon Old Dominick Cask Strength Bourbon Whiskey, distilled right here in Downtown Memphis.
Scott Southworth & Daryl Wayne Dasher Trio plays The Central BBQ Sessions at Downtown Central BBQ tonight from 6:00 to 8:45.
“The Boogie Woogie Man,” Handsome Jimmy Valiant, will make a live appearance at Memphis wrestling this Sunday. There’s a VIP meet and greet where you can meet the Handsome One in person.
One11 Madison has started doing a bottomless brunch with a buffet on the weekends. The event’s cover photo shows 7 different varieties of mimosas. I wish them all the success in the world, but in a town like Memphis I can’t imagine how something like this could turn a profit. People will show up and eat and drink them out of house and home.
Turnstyles play Momma’s tonight.
Sip, Shop & Santa comes to Soul & Spirits Brewing Co. at 845 N. Main today at 1. Pop-up local vendor market, pop-up bookstore, Cousins Maine Lobster, Albees, and Sno Junt food trucks.
This Tuesday, Bishop will host a wine dinner featuring Radsomm’s 2023 French favorites.
St. Peter Catholic Church presents Christmas with Memphis ChoralArts Monday at 7. Familiar carols, new tunes, and a carol sing-a-long followed by a reception.
Grind City Brewing will host a Connect Four tournament Sunday afternoon.
In Friday’s post, I mentioned that I found out something really adorable about Butt Slut #1. She texted me, “Do tell,” and quoted that part of my blog in her message. She also texted her Bardog message group to see if any of them knew. They didn’t.
Friday I went to Bardog to watch the Grizzlies game. Butt Slut #1 came in and sat to my left. After she got done with her happy hour shift – and after throwing nearly every napkin, coaster, and piece of ice in the entire place at me – Butt Slut #2 took the seat to my right.
“So, what is it about me you think is adorable?” asked Butt Slut #1, fishing for compliments.
“Last night you showed me a stuffed hippo,” I replied. “You told me it was your spirit animal and said you carry it around with you everywhere. That’s so cute.”
She took the hippo out of her purse, and I got Perjorie T. Roll out and we took a photo. “Does it have a name?” I asked, not even sure if it was a male or female hippo.
“No,” Butt Slut #1 told me. “I’ve carried him around with me for 2 years, but I’ve never named him. He’s always just been ‘my hippo.'”
Butt Slut #1 turned the conversation in the direction of her Dallas Cowboys. “My Boyz play the Eagles in the Sunday night game,” she said. I was aware; the game has huge playoff implications. “We’ll watch it when you come visit me,” she said, (in the Underground Room at Bardog, where she and Jack bartend on Sunday night. She’ll have the room open by the 7:20 kickoff.)
About 30 minutes passed as we watched JJJ get in foul trouble, AGAIN. The Grizzlies fell behind Minnesota and their chances to catch up dimmed. Night bartenders Leia and Nick came on, but they left Butt Slut #2’s phone plugged in so we could get some bonus minutes of #2’s atrocious taste in music. #1 mouthed the words to the songs, using the hippo as a microphone.
“What’s your middle name, Paul?” Butt Slut #1 asked.
“Alexander,” I replied.
“Alexander,” she said. “That’s the hippo’s name.” She set the hippo down next to Perjorie T. Roll. “Look, they’re best friends now.”
She named her hippo after me. The hippo she’s carried around for two years. My heart just melted. I call her “butt slut.” I pull her hoodie over her head. I pretend to like her Dallas Cowboys and then talk shit about them behind her back. And yet she named her hippo after me.
I guess I’ll have to go visit her and Alexander tomorrow night in the Underdog Room. And I’ll have to root for the Cowboys for real.
Back tomorrow with more news.