Was gassing up our huge SUV on our way to Memphis, and this guy hollers out "how do you think those buckeyes' will do tonight?" from about 30 feet away. I looked around, and I'm the only one on the vast expanse of asphalt, so I figure he must be talking to me. "Absolutely no idea" I say, " you can probably tell by my accent I'm not from around here". "Do . . . you . . . speak . . . English? . . " he replies slowly and concernedly.
Well, I must admit I figured the fact I replied in English was a bit of a giveaway . . . but what the hey, obviously doesn't get too many foreigners around here. (Actually ended up having a nice chat, and he conceded that Rugby was the tougher sport, so he must be alright. Turns out our SUV has Ohio plates, where apparently the buckeyes are from. Anyway, super-friendly people, no doubt about that).
Last night hit Memphis, which turned out to only have a habitable area of around one block, full of neon and loud music, like Bourbon st. As you can imagine, not to our tastes (apologies to Memphisites, I'm sure there's tons of nice places, but when you're only in town for one evening you tend to just go downtown and hit the most popular tourist area). However, did get fantastic BBQ cross the road from BB King's bar, which I'm sure my better half will post some pictures of, which certainly made the trip into town worth it.
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Two words; oi vey.
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