I’ve bought this so many times at Schnucks. Glory Black Beans and Rice. And yet I don’t think I’ve ever once opened it and heated it up sober. It tends to be a 12 to 3 in the morning dish.
Tonight I went to Makeshift Music’s showcase at the Gibson, taking Memphis’ poet laureate IQ as my guest. Incredible show, thanks for inviting me. I heard all the bands and The Glass were my favorite; Augustine impressed me too.
Afterward, I went to Raiford’s with one of my regular blog readers and her friends. Because if you’ve been drinking off an open bar all night, what do you want to do? Go to Raiford’s and drink three 40s of Bud Light, of course. I still can’t get a decent pic of Raiford on my digicam thanks to that fog machine. I guess I’ll have to go in at 10 one night to get pics of him, before he fires the machine up. If anyone knows of a camera setting that will defeat that fog machine let me know.
Attn regular blog reader (she knows who she is): One of these nights I’m going to get you drunk and take advantage of you. I’m not a nice boy. Also: I thought of a title for the song we talked about writing: “You can keep the change” If you don’t know the story behind that title (happened in early October, when I was at the Saucer, sitting at one of the rails inside) I’ll tell you.
Tomorrow (or, really, today, Sunday): Sleep Out Louie’s from 11 to 2:30-4:30. I’ll have the laptop with me because I have projects I need to work on, but that won’t stop me from drinking at least one bottle of champagne. 4:30-7:00: The Saucer, to see my waitresses. 7:30 on: The Dempseys @ Huey’s. They don’t start until 8:30 but I like to get there early and get a good seat at the bar.
Drunk. Going to bed. This was a complete waste of time, both for me typing this and you reading this.