The ride down to Memphis, Tennessee for the Beale Street Music Festival was pretty stellar. John was smiley, the pups were excited to ride in the middle, and I took lots of naps. Also, John got a new, manly diesel truck and he was satisfied with how it pulled our camper.
Yes, we camped while there. Why? We never are able to score a hotel room. And we're cheap...
I was able to enjoy a few beers while listening to Florence and the Machine.
And some delicious beef brisket from the legendary Rendezvous which, if you haven't been, is located in a seedy alley off of Beale Street.
That is what makes it taste better.
Seriously.
The ride home wasn't so pleasant. The dogs weren't digging the 8-hour trip, John was cranky, and I didn't take as many naps.
But we ate some awesome barbecue (and Gus' World Famous Fried Chicken), listening to amazing musicians, and had a few beers. Every year this music festival is the perfect way for us to kick off our summer.
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