Two weekends ago was Labor Day and I did my fair share of raging. Midtown happened on Friday night and then a bunch of other normal shit happened. I woke up Sunday without reservations. I remembered drunk texting my college Bro Cameron the day before. He said he was going to truck it in town from Memphis but I was doubtful. The next thing you know I'm poolside and my phone rings. It's Cameron and he's en route. A few hours later he made it in town. He brought a bro named JJ and they'd been pounding 40's on their drive in town.

We grilled beef and chicken then headed downtown. The Saucer was dead but we weren't going to give up that easily. I had promised the Memphis boys a good time so I took them to Town Pump. The crowd wasn't much better there but the drinks were cold and priced right. This is where the story gets good. I had been keeping my eye on JJ. By this time he'd dropped his iPhone a dozen times. I don't know what he was sipping on but fuck him cause he sure as hell wasn't sharing!

Minutes later he stood to head barside and falls backward onto a table/couple. I felt bad for the couple, mail due to laughter and drinks flying in the air. I knew my hands were full so I rounded the posse for one last bar before we called it quits.

The fabled Midtown Billiards would be the key to winning the Memphis pricks respect. Nola was watching the door as we marched in single file. I warned Cameron that this bar was filled with demons but professed about the good time we were about to have. You could smell his hesitation. Conan served us tall boys quickly. The bar was filled rapidly as it was that time of night when all the other bars close and patrons need more. JJ is a zombie at this point. Cameron is roaming the bar fiercely assaulting anything with legs. We were too drunk for burgers so we opted for more shots. That made sense. Around 4am I am at the bar settling my tab. I cannot find Cameron. I walked outside with JJ to find Cameron yet he's nowhere to be found. At this point JJ is not allowed to walk back inside as he's now a liability, which was very true. I head in to scan one last time and he's not in the bar. I'm confident he's found his way home with a babe so we walk to my truck. As we turn the corner in the parking lot my truck is in plain sight. There is a bum sleeping in front of my driver door. Great. As we got near we made a discovery. Cameron didn't go home with a woman, he conveniently found the worst place to take a nap in Little Rock. We made it home safely.

Have a great place we should visit? Let us know, offer to buy us a drink, and we can probably make it happen.

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