Weekend Recap

Note: I will not post any pics on this one. I'm going to do that another time. All I have are pics from Friday night, Saturday breakfast, and E&H Saturday night. Sorry

I hope you had a great weekend. Mine was fun. Not long enough though. I partied too much and didn’t do enough housework. So that means it was good.

Friday I left work at 3PM. I raced home to change into my suit. My sister is going to be a debutante this year in the Southern Debutante Assembly. They have a garden party in May and the actual Debut in December. When my cousin was a Deb, the garden party was at a house just outside Greenwood, MS. This year it was at the Antebellum home in North Carrollton, MS. The original owner was a former MS governor. I took a ton of pics from the party, of the town, and of the house. I’ll post those pics in another post sometime. It was really cool.

The party lasted from 7 to 8. It had champagne…no, wait, that was sparkling grape juice. It was sans-alcohol. Not a big deal though. I had fun with the family. Well everyone except Dad. He was at the Tophatter’s Dinner for Carnival (my sister told him to go to that). (The Tophatter’s Dinner is a private dinner for the King and Queen of Carnival full of toasts and other things. I’ve never been so I don’t know much about it. It’s full of past kings and presidents as well as the other “who’s who” of Carnival.)

After the Garden Party was over, I chugged a Red Bull for the drive back to Memphis. I probably got back to the highway about 8:45. When I got to Winona to get back on I-55, I decided to grab a little dinner. I got McDonald’s…for the first time in over 6 months. Sorry, but I’ve seen Super Size Me. That is nasty. But I just had a craving for two cheeseburgers from there. To be honest, it wasn’t that bad.

Funny thing though, anytime you go to a fast food restaurant in Memphis, the folks who take your orders and give you the food can’t speak. It’s not that they won’t speak; they actually cannot speak. Allow me to provide an example of what they (what you are reading is the way their words would be spelled):
“We’come to MaDonalls (Burg Keen, Winday’s) my nam is **. Canni take yo orda?
Wood yu leik fries wit dat?
Okay, you want a dubba chee’burger wit kachup, mus, an prickles.
Whatchuwannadrink?”
Why am I making fun of these people? Because I have grown so accustomed to these a’holes who can’t annunciate their words that at the McDonald’s in Winona I was blown away when the girl who gave me my food said the following (typed the way it was said):
“Did you all go to graduation this evening?”
All I could say was no, I’d been at a garden party and thank her. That completely caught me off guard.

I rolled into Memphis late in the evening. I got home and changed into jeans and a shirt. I couldn’t find anyone who was going out so I decided to head up to Newby’s. Holy crap. I walked in and saw my Dad there with some of the other Tophatters. I couldn’t believe it. So I hung with them and some of the regulars. Had a good time and got home around 2am. I was hungry so I called both Dominoes and Pizza Hut. They were closed. When in the hell do they close that early on a Friday night? That’s ridiculous.

Saturday morning I woke about 7:30 and couldn’t go back to sleep. I remembered this breakfast place I had driven past on Summer a few times, I threw on a Tshirt and shorts and went to Bryant’s Breakfast near Summer and Graham. I got two sausage/biscuits and an order of grits to go. I got home and fixed an OJ. Oh my Lord! It was delicious. Old fashioned sausage & biscuits. I am in love. I have a new place for breakfast. This is way better than anything you’ll ever get at a coffee shop like Huddle House, IHOP, or CK’s. Yeah I know it’s sacrilegious to say that, but it’s true. I went back to sleep and napped on the couch for most of the day.

I had a date Saturday night so of course I won’t tell you about that. I will say that if you eat at Automatic Slim’s downtown, don’t get the “Tale of Two Fish”. I found A fish and a bunch of other stuff I couldn’t eat. Although the cocktails with dinner were badass. They make the best mojito at Automatic Slim’s. After that we walked to Silky’s on Beale, and thing’s progressed downhill. Too many beers and too many jagerbombs. She had too go home so we caught a cab eastbound at 1. She had a plane to catch at 6:30 Sunday morning so that’s what killed the evening too early. Funny thing though, as I got out of the cab at home, my brother called me to see what was going on. And we headed to Ernestine & Hazel’s downtown for late night soulburgers. Too good.

Sunday I was bad hungover. I woke up at 9 for no reason and couldn’t go back to sleep. I think the jagerbombs were still killing me because I threw on my clothes and drove to Target. I walked in and couldn’t remember what I went there for. Is that a bad sign?

I went back home and crashed for the rest of the day. I ignored all phone calls as I nursed myself back to health. I had made a promise to my friend Paul that I would go to his cookout that evening. He had stressed the fact that I HAD TO BE THERE NO MATTER WHAT. I vegged and napped all day and finally made it to his house around 5. My suspicions were validated when he introduced me to one of his wife’s friends. It was quite interesting. I was trying to kill the final remnants of my hangover, be polite, nurse the first beer, and chat up a hottie all at once. How did I do? You know I never talk about the love life in detail. But I will say I had a great time despite the fact that Paul burned the burgers. I stayed late and listened to stories until well late in the evening.

Oh yeah, all during the weekend (and a lot on Sunday) I watched Vh1’s History of Metal and SuperGroup. That’s actually been very entertaining.

Monday I woke up and swore I wasn’t going to drink anymore. I had been drinking a lot for three nights in a row and I couldn’t handle anymore. Dad called around lunchtime and invited me out for ribs with the family for dinner around 5. I said yes and watched Band of Brothers on the History Channel all day. I love Memorial Day Weekend. War movies and shows all damn day. That rocks. Dad cooked some badass ribs and “the it is” hit me about halfway home. I rolled into the house and turned on war movies again. I never could take a nap again but I did get to watch all these great movies. I ended up going to sleep around 11:30. And the alarm went off too early today.

Overall a badass weekend.

Songs on the Playlist:
Tony Bennett – Just In Time
Red Hot Chili Peppers – Breaking the Girl
Soundgarden – Limo Wreck
Robert Johnson – Crossroad Blues
Stone Temple Pilots – Dead and Bloated
Hank Williams – I’m So Lonesome I Could Cry
Paul McCartney & Wings – Jet
ACDC – Jailbreak
Derek & the Dominoes – It’s Too Late
ZZ Top – Waiting For The Bus>Jesus Just Left Chicago
Robert Earl Keen – Undone
Bob Dylan – Tombstone Blues
Cake – Short Skirt, Long Jacket
Billy Squier – Lonely Is The Night
Tesla – Love Song
Widespread Panic – All Time Low
The Who – Won’t Get Fooled Again
Widespread Panic – Hope In A Hopeless World
The Grateful Dead - Friend Of The Devil