Muy Flooded but not at Graceland

And the rain is comin' down! I'm just wondering how much longer we'll have to stay put at work. It's my night to work until 6pm, dammit. I think S is going to go home eventually (if he can make it) b/c there's no work for him to do.

I would love nothing better than to be home right now, sleeping it up! I didn't get home last night until 1:30 in the a.m. That's b/c we had to take my car in yesterday for repairs, and they said it wouldn't be done until maybe Friday, so I had to go get a rental car (which they pay for, mostly), and the rental car folks made me wait 2 hours, so I didn't get to Jimmy's to rehearse until almost 8:30. We've got a gig on Friday night, and even though my lovely friend L. was waiting for me at the Last Concert Cafe, we just had to finish rehearsing with Jimmy! In the end I missed seeing L. due to the late hour at which we finally finished but not before I had already convinced Jimmy and our drummer, "Buzzy", to get in my shiny new rental car so they could accompany me to the LCC. We ended up going to the country jam at Blanco's instead. God, sometimes I wish I could have a drink! Just one frosty cold Shiner Bock... yum. Cold beer and country music: proof that God does exist!

So anyway, all this stuff on the news this a.m. about Elvis reminded me of my 1st and only trip to Graceland. It was somewheres around Spring Break, I believe 1995. Maybe even 1996! There was supposed to be a big group of us going to Hot Springs in a rented minivan; for some reason it ended up only being me, Sean, and Hand, 2 of my best friends and honorary adopted older brothers throughout college. After finding out it was just going to be the 3 of us, we decided to go on the trip anyway! So we headed up to Hot Springs, AR and I believe it was Hand who said that Memphis was just across the river, so why not spend a day or 2 in Memphis? Capital idea! So we did, and went to the Civil Rights Museum and Beale Street and Graceland. I took lots of pic's, and in honor of Spinal Tap softly sang "Heartbreak Hotel" at the graves of Elvis and his parents.

The rain seems to have slowed momentarily so maybe I can grab some lunch. I hope my rental KIA is seaworthy!