There are more beautiful women in Memphis per square foot than anywhere else I've ever been. I was at a bar called the Flying Saucer tonite (kilted, of course). GREAT, Fantastic band called the Dempseys, what a show, and the eye candy was spectacular. Got invited to dance by a stone fox and we swung like crazy. On the way back to the parking garage three women stoppped me (this wasn't their first stop of the nite, let me tell you) and we got into a lovely discussion about how much they love kilts, with high fives and group hugs, and "are you gay?" "no I'm not" " that's fantastic, you are such a confident man!" More group hugs, exchange of emails (not holding my breath or anything). I never enjoyed Memphis like this in eight years unkilted.

Oh, and Young's Double Chocolate Stout is a winner. Dreadbelly would approve (totally opaque, very chocolatey).

home tomorrow, back here in three weeks. woohooo!