Maybe it was Memphis...

After three days and nights of alternately belting out with "Maybe it was Memphis," "Graceland," and "Walking in Memphis," I have returned to the non-song-inspiring state of VA. I am speechless at the greatness of Beale Street. Why did we never go there on a college road trip? Drinking in the streets and live Motown bands just merge so smoothly with my life goals of... drinking in the streets and dancing to the tunes of live Motown bands.

Graceland was a bit absurd. However, I am pleased that I can say I've been there. I just wish there were about 50 fewer white linen male jumpsuits in existence, and I did not know of their existence prior to Graceland day.

Back to the grind tomorrow. At least it's birthday week!