First stop - a date at Chick Fil-A for a free spicy chicken sandwich that we had made reservations for. I felt so special.
Could this be the best moment of any baseball trip ever for Marc?
(photo by Erik)
We met up with Hot Tub Eric and headed to the game. After the game, we had some great seafood at The Mayflower Cafe.
(photo by Erik)Then it was off to see what trouble we could find.
Earlier in the night, we had passed an old motel that had a sign in front dubbing the place as Romantic Adventures. What? We all know the south is dirty but could it be that blatant? Turned out - not really. It was just a porn/lingerie shop housed in an old motel.
(photo by Erik)Hot Tub needed a picture. As he took this picture, a huge beardog emerged from the shadows and came running after him. Hot Tub ran for his life. I wish I had seen it but I was still inside debating whether or not to buy the 1976 "Women of Baseball" issue of Playboy.
(photo by Marc)Second up, we ended up at a dive bar called Sam's Lounge that Hot Tub had spotted on his way into town. Sadly, some of the best moments of the entire trip were not documented photographically.The bartender Paul kind of reminded me of Bronson Arroyo. He thought we were kings when Marc tipped him four bucks on an eleven dollar tab.
We met a woman in her mid 40's who Hot Tub dubbed Tan Lines who was there with her creepy older boy toy. She offered to show us her tits within 2 minutes of us taking a seat at the bar. She then ordered us to give her money for the jukebox. Somehow we all avoided her overtures - except for Marc. He got roped into giving her 6 dollars.
She then took a young buck from the bar to help her pick out some jams. We looked over at one point and their backs were to us. Her skirt was up to her waist as she shook, shimmied, and grinded to the music and to the young buck's gentle touch. Gross!
Then she came back to her seat to make out with her older boytoy. She then tried to take her drink out of the bar and Paul busted her.
Look - cigarettes next to the chips in the vending machines in Jackson.
(photo by Erik)Other things of note on the night:
- We kept coming across a dude who looked across a young Eddie Murray beyond Thunderdome.
- There was an annoying crack whore who kept following us around that night and the next morning every time we were near our hotel.
- We went to a strip club (based on Paul's recommendation) called Babes (The sign read "It's all in the name) where we ended up with 7 beers for 16 bucks! That also included a free one for Erik winning the loudest cheer or something along those lines that he won within 2 minutes of arrival.
The next morning we went to Peaches for the best pancakes I've ever had that weren't made by my grandfather.
(photo by Erik)
(photo by Erik)We had to shoo away the wandering crack whore to take this picture.
Because Jackson is such a shithole, we were able to stay in one of the nicest hotels I've ever stayed in. This place used to be the place to be in Jackson but then the area went to shit. After 40something years of neglect, it was recently renovated and reopened. Too bad the rest of the neighborhood still looks like a bomb hit it.
(photo by Marc)Hot Tub headed back to Memphis and we started off on the way to Alabama.
On the way, we found some fountains to play some bocce near.
Erik celebrated his third straight victory.
The baseball game in Jackson.
2 comments:
Those were serious cliffhangers: how was the spicy chicken sandwich and did you buy the magazine?
Love the last photo of Erik with the fountain - very Kenny Powersish.
spicy chicken sandwich was ok. not as good as the regular one.
i did not buy the magazine. it was 10 bucks!
that last photo of erik is very ... something. just not sure what that something is.
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