Reporting from Memphis

Rolled into Memphis at about 6:30 last night. We got a room at the Doubletree just a block from Beale St. through Priceline for only $63. Only what they don't tell you when you book through Priceline--or maybe they do, it's just in a 4-point font--is that you also have to pay $20 to park at the damn place. That's five beers, or three cute blouses at Ross. Just saying.

The good news is, the room is very nice...


... once you get past the musty old building odor. But it does have a lovely view of the Greyhound station.


Beale Street reminds us of Bourbon Street in New Orleans, except it's not as long and instead of zydeco music, it's all blues.


As much as I love zydeco and the blues, neither Bourbon St. nor Beale St. is really my scene--too frenetic and touristy. I'd rather go somewhere out of the way, like a Mississippi juke joint maybe.

Tomorrow we check out Graceland and then it's on to Nashville. I'm looking forward to visiting my favorite bar there, Tootsie's Orchid Lounge. It'll be interesting to see if it's as fun as I remember.

It's old here. And the weather is overcast and dreary. I hate to say it, but I miss the sunny West already. It's very pretty, very pretty... as you can see in this short video with my crazy sister.



Yep, I figured out how to record and upload videos. Consider yourself warned.