Anything above 80 degrees just wears me out, so I reckon I'm living in the wrong place. West Tennessee is famous for heat'n'humidity that will kick your sweaty ass way before the first official day of summer dawns all hot and hazy. Forget the camera...I'm taking up donations for the utility bill.

Me and my girlfriends met at the kudzu bar last night and had a ball talkin' trash and pumping up our girl power. It's such a simple concept, yet so many don't get it. Gals just wanna have fun, ya know? This particular joint was an after-work hangout for working guys for years and years, run by Buttercup and her other half Gene. They sold the place to Bev and Terry last year, kudzu and all, and I must say that it's lookin' good. The bathrooms are clean for a change...with tile and everything. There's some nice oak tables and plasma TVs. And of course the karoke is to die for :) The young'uns show up just about the time us old folks are ready to head for home and the bed.


Our group of exceptionally hot babes formed a secret kudzu society, with vows to meet again on a regular basis. PaPa Tom's chalice was passed and we each drank from it, between beers, remembering who we are. We sang Mercedes Benz acapella and danced like fools with the baseball games playing on TV. Bev fired up the karoke and Ruby belted out a great one that she knew word-for-word. Debbie took pics with her phone after YaYa and Renee went out and hauled her ass up in there to join the fun.

Me and Redneck Friend chatted about life during a lull in the action. We've seen some tough life things together, me and her. I first met her there years ago when the cast was younger and better looking. We seem to end up hugging at the cemetary together, like true friends will do.

Full moon tonight. Y'all enjoy, and keep the faith.

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