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Happy Anniversary of Circling the Sun 50 times Weed

Editor’s note – I am fairly disciplined about divulging people’s names on this worthless dribble of a blog. If they didn’t have a nickname already I normally gave them one that doesn’t really incriminate them. That being said, the person named “Weed” is a real nickname but I promise that her name has nothing to do with Colorado’s State Flower/Plant and it would take too long to explain how she got it. 

So 2 weeks ago I headed to Memphis for some work, some play and to celebrate Weed’s surprise 50th birthday. I have to give D credit, she orchestrated this thing like a mad scientist. When the guest list got above 30 even I was wondering if the surprise could be kept quiet but she pulled it off.

Friday night we all arranged to meet up the Flying Saucer and as the Mo-Ho’s trickled in it was waterworks on each and every arrival. Many 40’s were drunk that night on 3rd Avenue and I ‘think’ I rolled into bed around 3ish. Saturday we all headed up to Midtown for brunch, beers and the surprise. Bless OTB (Old Tired & Bitter) and Ziggy for hosting, it went off without a hitch. Afterwards things went ugly as we headed to Beale for the stalking of Barbara Blue and Gnome attacking.

Happy Birthday Weed, we have known you the longest and we love ya. Even if you were “a couple grades behind us.”

IMG_0884That poor boy spent a little too long down at the BBQ Fest. (not anyone we know)

IMG_0886The birthday girl and D aka the Mad Scientist of Planning (venue not disclosed)

IMG_0903This is when you could say that “it went off the rails”

IMG_0895Play that Funky Music White Girl aka Baby Fine Hair!

IMG_0905My Missouri Legal Counsel

IMG_0907We miss ya Raiford!

IMG_0911Snot did come out of my nose when I saw some of these pics. Oh and A-Cups, yes I am going to forever be haunted by the image of grandma’s hoo-hoo.

IMG_0914The Unofficial Queen of Beale Street – Ms. Barbara Blue

IMG_0916A view over Nate’s shoulder

IMG_0919Here is where it went off the rails on Saturday night!

IMG_0922If never hear Lucinda William’s “Drunken Angel” ever again I am probably good with that!

IMG_0928Sunset over Monroe Avenue as I was heading into Bardog.

 

Happy Birthday Weed! It was great to see everyone and play with the MoHo’s too!

 

Guest Blogger – Dead Elvis Week 2016 by Priscilla “The Georgian” Peach

So we are back from our Mexican vacation. I had planned during my absence to have a friend of mine blog about her recent trip to Memphis during Dead Elvis Week. But the internet in Mexico wasn’t that great….or was I juiced like a Ferrari the entire week……anyway it didn’t happen. We got back to New York this past weekend and since I screwed the Mexican iguana and didn’t get this posted last week I am going to give my friend, Priscilla “The Georgian” Peach, top Monday billing. Now before you 6 readers start busting my balls because P squared is much more attractive than I am and writes a helluva lot better than my drunken ramblings you are going to have to wait till she starts her own blog. I did enjoy seeing her pictures of Memphis and it is nice to know that there are still some 40 somethings out there who are Elvis Fans too!

Without further adieu I present Ms. Priscilla “The Georgian” Peach’s first blog entry, and please encourage her to rip off that Band-Aid and start blogging.
*Thanks Carol, I appreciate you writing about the trip and hope to see you on Elvis Presley Boulevard maybe next year.*

HERE IS Priscilla’s Blog Entry;

So I was asked to participate in a blog for “Dead Elvis Week”, I’m not sure CBT knew what he was asking when I returned.  Here is my back story on Elvis…

1973 Elvis performed in Atlanta, GA, I was 3, I was sent to my grandmothers, mad and crying while my parents went to the show.  Never forgave them, I already loved him then. cg 1August 16, 1979- I’m on the way to Memphis to see my future husband, I’m 7.  In a motel in Nashville, I learn that Elvis is dead.  So the parental units are really in a mess now.  We were there for a Southeastern Shrine Convention, 2,000 Shriners plus 20,000+ people for Elvis’s death, one can only imagine, and I remember it like it was yesterday.  Memphis is the hottest place on earth in August, now add 20,000 unexpected guests + 2,000 Shriners = Hot Mess/Dumpster Fire. (I got to do everything Elvis that I wanted, during this week)

How I was reconnected:

So I fell off the Elvis grid for a long time and was in the closet, I had my cd’s I listened to occasionally and always listened during Christmas, ALWAYS watched my Elvis movies whenever they were on.  I learned a friend was a fan, she said, “you have to come to Brunswick with us to Elvis Fest,cg2

They’re Elvis Tribute Artists” (ETA’S).  Sure, Ok? I’m in, I’m up for anything.  My first encounter with ETA’s, I was a little nervous, I thought I had walked into the Elvis Twilight Zone and I wasn’t sure what was about to happen.  It was a “meet and greet” the night before the Brunswick Elvis Fest, I had my eyes on everyone, some more than others.  What in hell is about to happen?  This is the weirdest thing I’ve ever seen, well, that’s questionable, but pretty weird.  I’m not sure I’m happy about this.  These guys are trying to be Elvis, they all resemble Elvis, this is not happening to me right now. We are jammed in a tiny lobby with a LOT of women packed on top of each other, Tina and I being the youngest by far. Tina says, “There is so in so, do you want your picture with him?” I said, “No, I’m good, I’m trying to quit.”  The next day was all Elvis ALL day in the theater.  Later, in the courtyard, I hear Elvis….I turn my head and I said, “Who is THAT?” Our ETA friend said, “Alex Mitchell, young guy, he’s good.”  I said, “Oh yeah, he is!”cg3

He sounds phenomenal and looks even better. I was hooked my reintroduction to the man I always loved…Elvis.

One reason we went to Memphis during Elvis week, Alex was in the finals for Semi Pro and won his division and our other favorites were in the Ultimate and Pro Division Contests.

We made some great friends on this trip, some OLD, some new, some I can’t mention, some that slipped away, some that were right there on stage in my face, I didn’t even know it. Saturday night Jeff Lewis and Friends after Party,cg4

These handsome guys are singing, I know Jeff Lewis, I didn’t know the other two or so I thought. Listening to Elvis XM Radio Sunday morning, I hear, “signing off, guest DJ Jon Waterhouse, had a great time at the Saturday night after party.”  I message a Jon that I know and said, “I have a crazy question? Are you on Elvis XM in Memphis?”… I sure am, Crazy Elvis fan, instant connection watched him on stage, didn’t even realize it was him.  I hadn’t seen Jon since High School so it had been a minute. We never connected in Memphis but we did through Elvis, that’s what matters.

I’ve been very fortunate to travel, see beautiful places, and have fun, but Elvis Week was one of the greatest experiences I’ve had in a long time.  I’m not sure why it took me 39 years to return.  It will not be my last.cg5

Reconnected with an old Memphisinian (HA) *She is referring me* and he suggested a great restaurant on our first night. *Some joint on Monroe btw Front and Main named Bardog. Anyone ever been there?*cg6

My running buddy…Tina Brock!!

cg7Graceland silliness, No makeup left after that tear fest

cg8I stood, walked, ran, talked, sat in the rain more than I can ever remember.  One time to get the car so an Elvis wouldn’t mess up his hair….Club Handy: Where Everybody knew our name.

cg10Club Handy Friends on Beale Street

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The Racquetball Room, Graceland, Elvis played piano here for the last time before getting ready to go on his next tour.  He went inside to Graceland where he passed away soon after at the age of 42.  Walking into this building was not a good moment for me.

Sun Studios and the backdoor where he would enter, I believe we saw the ghost of Elvis

Well Elvis is gone, Alex is too young for me, I’ll just have to keep loving the ETA’s, and appreciating their love of the King.

Thanks Priscilla for the entry. By the way, since the “Fellow Bloggers You Should Also Read” didn’t get off the ground if you want to be a “Guest Blogger” let me know.

 

All aboard the Express Train!

In the song “Almost cut my hair” by Crosby Stills and Nash there is a line that goes “I feel like letting my freak flag fly!” I think that CSN must have been talking about this past Saturday on Beale Street with a St. Patty’s day parade and 2 sessions of all you can drink beer because if you were into crowd watching today was the Super Bowl!
In an attempt soften my VIP Rock star status of going straight to hell I did some volunteer work for the River City Brewers festival which benefits St. Jude and I had the job of selling tickets for those who did not buy online. As I was sitting there at the entrance to Handy Park (aka Ring Side seats) I saw just about everything that would make you say DAYAM and issued many “must not have walked by a mirror on your way out eh” awards.
Sadly I didn’t get as many good pics as I wanted to and I have to admit taking pics of people who are drunk is not cool, it is in my opinion that if someone wants to slam two Call a Cab’s and crawl down the street then that is their right, why do you think they sell drinks in a paint can bucket. However, if that aforementioned person who is crawling down Beale happens to be wearing a Lime green Elvis jumpsuit then by means it is Game on! I am going to have the opportunity to be on Beale a couple more times so I will be more diligent in issuing some “you have to be kidding me right” fashion awards!

Saw them at “Live at the Garden” last year and they rocked!

I am so embarrassed that my dad didn’t wear his Green Jacket for the parade. Oh the shame!
(and I stole this pic btw and he may be dressed like the king but he is a fast little fella)
If you are wondering what those things on their heads are I suggest you go watch a certain episode of “Seinfeld” where George buys the Russian Ushanka (I had to google it, I am not that smart btw) hat on the Peterman expense account.

Oh and for those of you downtowners and South Mainiacs who happened to be at that event, don’t worry I live by the mantra “What goes on in 38103, stays in 38103” your secret is safe with me!
TTK and take it light!