Walking in Memphis

There is a song that I've been hearing on the radio lately by Frankie Ballard titled "A Buncha Girls," and whenever I make a road trip with a "buncha girls" I find myself singing this song in my head. Look it up and take a listen but a few of the lyrics are:

A Buncha Girls sitting on the deck, drinking fishbowl margaritas
A Buncha Girls down in Cancun, yeah some seven day senioritas
A Buncha Girls packed in a jeep, heading to the beach for the weekend
A Buncha Girls rockin out in Vegas, ain't got no time for sleepin

Part of the Chorus:

They say sha-la-la and hey-hey-hey with the band and party all night long
Laugh about it in the mornin, lookin at all the pictures and blame it on alcohol

Even though there isn't any reference to Memphis in the above song, after this weekend, I definitely think there should be.

This past weekend I traveled to Memphis to celebrate Ashley Harper (also known as D.J. Pickle Pop), one of my very best friends. 10 girls stayed on Beale Street and our jam packed weekend included a few world famous Silky's Divers, live music, a visit to Dyer's Burgers (featured on Diners, Drive-ins and Dives), my first Coyote Ugly experience (much to our disappointment neither LeAnn Rimes nor Tyra Banks was there) and so much more.

Also, what kind of Halloween Bachelorette weekend doesn't involve an
80s bride with a 9-person 80s entourage?

A very fun (and at times blurry) weekend only slightly eludes to the fun that is in store when we make the trip to her wedding in Antigua. In 36 days we'll be leaving on a jet plane!

I'll leave you today with a few tidbits: A Bourbon and Sprite is not the same as a Captain and Sprite, according to the Bride to Be, I make a really good nerd and when in doubt "get off your ass and jam."