This is a jetsetter music letter from me to you*
I had an amazing weekend… the type of weekend that is the reason one goes on holiday in the first place. After going through the pictures and removing all of the ones with us in them I have a few left to share…
One of my favorite things was feeding the catfish at David’s Catfish Cabin. After we ate a meal of fried catfish, and I consumed mad quantities of hushpuppies (sooo good) we each grabbed a bag of fish food and headed to the wood walkway in the back and began feeding the oversized, old catfish. It was awesome. These fish were ginormous. With their big mouths coming to the surface and trying to grab the pellets we tossed in was quite a site, especially with a few albino catfish (who knew?!?) thrown in for good measure…
On Friday night we spent our time on Beale Street. We luckily seemed to just miss the entire weather scare. We did hear that fifteen minutes away from where we were they had baseball size hail… but all we had was “Big Ass Beers” in our hands as we walked down Beale Street listening to some incredible Blues music lining the street.
I did go to my first Hooters while in Memphis and seriously thought about having my picture taken with the girls, but it was rather dead and mellow when we got there, and I felt weird about making the girl pose with me… so I guess one less picture that I could have shared with you…
We went to Graceland (I have the requisite “pose in front of the wall painted like Graceland’s entrance and have your picture taken” pictures to prove it). It was a good experience to have, although being herded over the green shag carpeting and through the halls with a bunch of tourists (please note I oddly and rarely consider myself a tourist) isn’t my ideal day… but now I can say that I have done it.
I have been to the King’s palace, and posed with a cardboard cutout of him. I have seen the green shag carpeted walls and ceiling of the jungle room, the mirrored walls of his TV room and seen more gold and platinum albums than I probably will at any single time in my life again. I saw the final resting place of the man who changed the face of modern music... that's not a bad thing at all.
The rest of the weekend was great. I was able to enjoy some great weather and frolic on the park… displaying my mad Frisbee skeels for all to admire and envy. And by “mad skeels” I mean I mostly got the Frisbee to the intended recipient most of the time.
I was going to show you some pics of my outfits, but I know I would only bore you with additional images of naughty school girls, more Dr. Anita Lay and candy panties… I mean who really wants to see that anyway…
* Morningwood, “Jetsetter”
One of my favorite things was feeding the catfish at David’s Catfish Cabin. After we ate a meal of fried catfish, and I consumed mad quantities of hushpuppies (sooo good) we each grabbed a bag of fish food and headed to the wood walkway in the back and began feeding the oversized, old catfish. It was awesome. These fish were ginormous. With their big mouths coming to the surface and trying to grab the pellets we tossed in was quite a site, especially with a few albino catfish (who knew?!?) thrown in for good measure…
On Friday night we spent our time on Beale Street. We luckily seemed to just miss the entire weather scare. We did hear that fifteen minutes away from where we were they had baseball size hail… but all we had was “Big Ass Beers” in our hands as we walked down Beale Street listening to some incredible Blues music lining the street. 
I did go to my first Hooters while in Memphis and seriously thought about having my picture taken with the girls, but it was rather dead and mellow when we got there, and I felt weird about making the girl pose with me… so I guess one less picture that I could have shared with you…
We went to Graceland (I have the requisite “pose in front of the wall painted like Graceland’s entrance and have your picture taken” pictures to prove it). It was a good experience to have, although being herded over the green shag carpeting and through the halls with a bunch of tourists (please note I oddly and rarely consider myself a tourist) isn’t my ideal day… but now I can say that I have done it. 
I have been to the King’s palace, and posed with a cardboard cutout of him. I have seen the green shag carpeted walls and ceiling of the jungle room, the mirrored walls of his TV room and seen more gold and platinum albums than I probably will at any single time in my life again. I saw the final resting place of the man who changed the face of modern music... that's not a bad thing at all.The rest of the weekend was great. I was able to enjoy some great weather and frolic on the park… displaying my mad Frisbee skeels for all to admire and envy. And by “mad skeels” I mean I mostly got the Frisbee to the intended recipient most of the time.
I was going to show you some pics of my outfits, but I know I would only bore you with additional images of naughty school girls, more Dr. Anita Lay and candy panties… I mean who really wants to see that anyway…
* Morningwood, “Jetsetter”
posted by hannahhas @ Tuesday, April 11, 2006
3 Comments:
At 4/12/2006 06:52:00 PM,
Sizzle said…
i can't throw a frisbee.
and by that i mean: i cannot throw a godforsaken frisbee!
stupid frisbee.
it sounds like super good times were had. most excellent!
At 4/13/2006 09:10:00 AM,
20-Questions said…
I'll admit catfish kinda freak me out, what with those big mouths and all. Little strange to eat one and then feed one, but I like fish just as much as the next.
Gotta love the touristy things, sometimes you just have to do them. Just so you can say you did. And the King rules so even I'd do the touristy Graceland thingy.
I got hit in the head with a frisbee the last time I played. Flying frisbees scare me now....
;)
At 4/13/2006 09:28:00 AM,
hannahhas said…
Sizz- Good times, indeed. I will say that I was actually kind of impressed with my Frisbee throwing abilities... although when I through it kind of has this boomerang effect where it will fly out to the right, then arc back to the recipient... except for when it arcs away for the intended recipient…
20?s- I will say that I was tripping out over the big mouth of the fish opening and shutting at the surface trying to catch these little pellets, then fighting over them at times. Reminded me almost of feeding birds at the park. (Not that I really do that often... or ever.)
There were a ton of English tourists staying at the Heartbreak Hotel with us... It was really odd... I think we were the few staying there at the time with American accents.
And I actually forgot how much I love to play Frisbee… made me want to grab a football and begin playing catch…
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