John and I went to his friends’ wedding in Memphis this weekend, and we had a great time.
The sights: the dogwoods were blooming (pictures to follow), and I could see Arkansas just across the Mississippi River. I waved hello.
The sounds: the restaurants and shops along Beale Street pipe blues music onto the streets, even during church hours on Palm Sunday.
The taste: Ooooh, the barbeque... ribs and pulled pork so good they turned me into a carnivore for the weekend. Plus smoked wings, catfish, tamales, sweet tea, potato salad and baked beans. We didn’t get any peanut butter pie, though, so we’ll have to make another trip soon.
The smell: the Memphis airport smells like Corky’s BBQ.
The touch: the warm sunshine made me forget how flat my thin hair gets in the Southern tap water.
It was a beautiful wedding, and the weekend felt like much more than just two days. Congratulations, Chris and Sarah! Come visit NYC soon.