I spent last weekend (30th-2nd) in Memphis with a couple of friends from LA. We had such a blast! Not so much because we were in Memphis as that we were finally together again after six-odd years. I had not seen one friend in that long – she moved from LA in 2000. And the other I’d not seen in three years.

We spent most of the weekend talking and laughing and crying together. Catching up on each others lives and dreaming of the future, both near and far.

But we also got in a little tourist time. Memphis is such an interesting city. It’s got a rich history and incredible rhythm. I highly recommend taking a horse-drawn carriage ride through downtown. The guide we had was very knowledgeable of the city as well as just a wonderful person to get to know.

I also highly recommend eating at Cafe 61. BEST food I’ve had from a restaurant in quite a while. And while you’re downtown, definitely stop by The Peabody Hotel and wander through their lobby a while. They’ve got several areas where they tell of the history of the hotel and Memphis.

Lastly, you can’t go to Memphis without a little trip down Beale Street. Talk about a wild street party! Three blocks of nothing but club after club after club. Some are just dance and drinkin’ places but most are music clubs — kind of like Nashville’s many honky-tonks, except these are jazz and blues and a little rock. Great music. Cuh-razy vibe on the street. We didn’t go in any place. I’m not a big fan of clubs like that. It’s nice for about 5 minutes and then I get tired of having to text-message the people I’m with because no one can hear a thing. Loud music is one thing, but, yikes, club music is in a whole different decibel category.

The best part of our time, in my opinion, was spent at the wonderful Bed & Breakfast we stayed at, Magnolia Grove in Hernando, Mississippi. Tom, the owner, and his wife are wonderful people and cook up an incredibly tasty breakfast. They are also warm, welcoming people who treat you like royal guests in their home. There’s no standing on ceremony or legalistic sticking to the "rules". Just a smile and a "turn off the lights when you’re done." I will definitely stay there again.

They seemed to get a kick out of these three 40-ish (okay, Conna’s not there yet, but you will be soon…!) women talking and crying and laughing and carrying on like three teenage girls at a sleep over.

What a blast! Good times with good friends. God is indeed good to me.