…in their clothes in the Bicentennial Mall fountains.
My husband sent me this picture from his Blackberry last Thursday while I was driving back from Memphis with my fabulous sidekick Amy from Milkbreath and Margaritas. Of course Miss A would choose to shun her beloved black boots a la punk rocker girl look for once and wear black patent dress shoes with blinged out buckles and “Sleeping Booty” socks for an impromptu trip downtown with Daddy. Special occasions call for fancy footwear.
At some point this week I’ll write more about our Memphis blog trip to tour the very impressive FedEx World Headquarters. In the mean time, here’s a sneak preview.
Ducks! Firefighters! The insanely talented rockabilly band from Walk the Line! Beale Street! The guys in the audience who wouldn’t stop chanting, “Take the shot!” (Goldschlager to be precise, but none for us. Amy and I and our host from FedEx were highly caffeinated.) The midnight tour of the FedEx Super Hub!
There was, thank you Jesus, a Starbucks adjacent to The Peabody. Or maybe I should thank Elvis.
No wonder I’m so tired.