Beale Street Absinthe Room

Beale Street in Memphis is pretty annoying .. total tourist trap. We checked it out for a minute or two before finding a nearly dead pool hall on the second floor. I love pool halls that you can smoke in, but it's a little strange they didn't have even one draft beer. What they did have was Absynthe. Absynthe and billiards seems like a strange combination, but Matt made it work. We were both rusty, we had one legit win in the first 6 games. I'm gonna go ahead and blame sobriety on that.

While were playing we met the nice folks at the table next to us. We got their names, but we only remember Megan, mostly because she was hot. Megan, if you're out there, remember, we'll totally spy on your boyfriend if necessary tonight.

Day Shots: Pool, Beer and Barmaids

Zoo and I headed over to Tarantula Billiards for some beer and pool. Four games, and I won the most. Yeah! I have to say that Zoo is an excellent teacher and I COMPLETELY sucked at pool before. Now I am quite a bit better, and still haven't won by dropping the 8 ball, but I have skillfully blocked Zoo into a scratch on the 8 ball more than once. =D Our new favorite beer: 90 Shilling (and some Blue Moon in the Broncos glass):

More photos and grab-ass after the break.

Brandi shows us her Thursday tattoo. Apparently, it's an obscure band from New Jersey. I believe Zoo is pointing to where the wedding ring goes...

Danielle didn't know what was coming...

but certainly knew how to handle it. She's 21 - we checked - so it's legal for her to hit Zoo.

Zoo said he liked it and wanted one more...

Anyhoo, this is a fantastic billiards bar. Come play when you are here, but avoid table 16, it has a massive westward drift.

One Night in Salt Lake City

You might have some preconceptions about SLC.  No booze, Mormon sensibilities, etc.  We can say definitively that this is not your dad's Salt Lake. Beer is good.   We've had a lot of beer this trip, some excellent, so our standards are a little high right now.

We went to Squatter's Brewpub first, and although some of the beers were pretty average, none were offensive, and two, the Porter and Stout, were excellent. chocolate-ty, barley-laden, thick as mensies.

More beers and hot chicks after the break!

I woke up this morning and said, "I think it's time for the brown lightning." I wasn't talking about the t-shirt.

More beer, less sobriety.

We met Mike and his girlfriend, who may or may not be his baby's mama.  He has a 5 year-old who plays soccer.  He recommended that we move on to a bar called Green Street if we expected to have our own 5 year old soccer players.

Our first attempt at making soccer babies went poorly.  Note to self: Never, ever, get a tattoo in SLC.

Malcolm is from Togo.  That may be the only place that you have an excuse to come to Salt Lake City from.  He was not a Mormon to the best of our knowledge.

Pool skill gets chicks.  This is a fact.  You hit the white ball, right?

Not long after starting to play pool, we were joined by Jacqueline and Mandy.  Jacqueline had sexy stripper legs, which you may or may not be able to see here.  She was my teammate and distracted Spammer enough so we could win.  Apparently, women think winning is sexy.

Mandy didn't really look like a monkey, I'm just not a very good photographer, and she was sad to lose so badly.  Spammer's face seem's sad, but I think that's a pool cue in his pocket!

After wearing out our welcome with the pool girls, we looked for greener pastures.  That led us to Jamie and her friend whose name we forgot.  We'll call her "Rack".

She seemed more excited to be out of focus in this picture ... not suprisingly.

That was enough fun for one night ... we have a long day ahead of us ... this nice taxi driver from Iraq took us home.  He was divorced from a "Mexican woman" and called himself a "player".  Sure.

Time for bed, enjoy the shots!