welcome to memphis, would you like a rock

This happened a few days ago and i promised myself i’d get really high to write about this but we’re gonna try it sober.

Sunday night, Ian had to go to work and asked me to take Colleen, our friend visiting from DC, out for drinks. All 3 of us decide that it can’t be a visit to Memphis without going to Old School Sunday at Hardrock. Now if you’ve never see a mention of Old School Sunday before on this site, close your eyes and imagine this. Well, open one eye so u can keep reading.

Old School Sunday is put on by Hot 107.1, memphis’s premiere rap station. So every Sunday, most of memphis’s gang population rolls on down to the Hardrock to get their drink on.

So Colleen and I are driving down Union, minding our own bizness, when we realize that behind us, next to us and in front of us are almost identical looking ghetto sleds. Like really beat up looking Lincolns, different color doors, etc. Wish i would have had a camera.

Anyway, the 3 ghetto sleds now surrounding my car begin to kinda roll into the intersection. Now this is where it gets difficult to explain. The 2 ghetto sleds in front of us, start to slowly pull through the intersection, with the light still red. The best way we can describe it as tandem light running.

They don’t just pull straight forward tho, both car pull into the intersection, creeping along very carefully but pull into the intersection very wide, leaving room for another one of the ghetto sleds to pull in between them and run the light also.

At this point im laughing hysterically, screaming “welcome to memphis, hahaha” and grab the remote control for my mp3 player, quickly changing the song to Ludacris – U Got A Problem and turn the volume up.

All the homies in the cars in front of us turn, make and keep eye contact with me the whole time. I got my arms up in the air waving along to the music and they keep staring.

Thankfully they finish running the light, i luckily make my way to the parking garage and yet another racially fueled tradegy is avoided.

Colleen and I both instantly start trying to describe the experience when we got to Hardrock but words can’t even begin to paint that picture….