Basking in the post-Pilgrimage glow Part 1

Over the next few days, I'll be sharing photos and memories of this past weekend. I was fortunate enough to be able to spend it in Memphis, Tennessee, and Corinth, Mississippi, celebrating our dear friend DixiePeach. I was joined by my friends PKB, Poppymom, A and S. We didn't think we could possibly top Peach Pilgrimage 2004 but it actually happened.

Day 1 -

Began with a six hour drive that included a couple of stops along the way. First stop was the Artex Factory Outlet in West Point, Mississippi, for some cloth napkins (45 for 10 cents each) and some place mats. Next stop was to pick up Dixie in Corinth and then we headed west towards Memphis to meet PKB and Poppy. Since we were staying at the Peabody hotel that evening, we ditched the cars in the parking garage then headed into the lobby for some drinks and to check out the ducks.



While the ducks marched out of the fountain for the evening, we shared some yummy peach martinis.


This is Dixie, me, and PKB enjoying those drinks. Photo by Poppymom, who - just after this photo was taken - wore PKB's martini.

PKB then got the bright idea that we should walk over to Beale Street while we waited for A and S. She kept saying she wanted a bucket of beer from Silky O'Sullivan's. When we got to Silky's PKB was informed that they didn't sell beer buckets but did sell a bucket called the Diver. Naturally, she ordered that. It came with eight straws and was an odd shade of pink. We were later told that it contains beer, red wine, rum, and grenadine. It actually tastes pretty good but it will make you fully aware that you've been drinking.

We sat at a table outside on the street corner and attracted many amused passersby who had to know what we were drinking. All Dixie would say was, "It's a bucket of hooch. What did you think it was?"

Here's the hooch:


And here's the four of us enjoying the hooch on the street corner:

Poppymom, PKB, Dixie, and me. Photo by some random Beale Street passerby who wanted to stick his straw in the bucket and taste.

Of course, when A and S landed, they called and busted us. Apparently we weren't supposed to start drinking without them. We didn't have the heart to tell them that it was way too late for that.

Next post will be all about our night in the Peabody.