A long, interesting and entertaining weekend of Mudfest aka Beale St. Music Fest is finally over. Where in the world would you shop for weeks for cute rubber boots? It always rains at musicfest. We saw one of Camille's favorites, Mute Math and the last song of Al Kapone singing a Memphis favorite, Whoop That Trick. We also got to enjoy the Goo Goo Dolls and Widespread Panic. When we were leaving Tom Lee Park we got to go by the punk stage and saw the end of the LimpBizkit show. It was a nice, dry night--until @ 4:23 we were awakened by the tornado sirens and it went down hill from there--Two or three more warnings ensued that day and we finally got brave and headed back down to the park.
By this time, the mud had set in but we had BOOTS--cute boots I was not ashamed of by any means. They came from Target and no one else seemed to have them so I was cute all by myself. All was going well and Hall and Oates was just getting cranked up when someone called to say bad weather was on the way. I took that seriously and headed home. The only problem was that I was the only one trying to go my way. By this time they had called for the evacuation of the park and all the punks from the Alice in Chains stage were bearing down on me. I turned sideways and finally picked up a blocker and made it out of the maddening crowd and headed up the hill to the house. When I finally reached the top of the hill, the beautful words, "Maroon, White, fight fight fight Mississippi State, damn right was being chanted by some cheerful Bulldog brethren of mine nearby, I would have loved to hear Hail State as well. By this time I determine Dean is not far behind so we get to the condo about the same time to check on Casper.
This is the scary part: Dean determines we should head for the basement--with Cap and the computer in the backpack--when we got downstairs, a member of the Tennessee taskforce was there and telling us to get under the stairwell as that is where the rescuers will start looking. BTW, he said if we see water, keep going up the steps til we get above it if the basement floods. I am convinced and head into the stair well. Dean kept Cap and made friends w/other dog owners and a cat in a cage. The nicest person we met got her doctorate at State and went to the W so I was naturally attracted to her. The crisis passed and we got to go back upstairs and hopefully calm down and go to sleep. At 1:20 the sirens went off again and I got up to see that this time the tornado was headed for Collierville. I went back to sleep and we went back to Musicfest on Sunday to see some bluesmen and Booker T and the MGs. Dean stayed for Earth, Wind and Fire. I had enough by that time.
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