Milkshook

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I had a bit of a busy day yesterday. In the afternoon I went to see this movie called Beatnik Manor, it was a Mike McCarthy documentary thing (though it doesn't sound like he actually did a whole lot for it as it was mostly editing together of archival footage and someone else did that). So the thing with it is there was this professor at MCA (Memphis College of Arts, recently defunct, though this was back before it was called that, in the 70s when it was called Memphis Academy of Art) and he'd gotten a bunch of super 8 cameras for his students to use for class projects and stuff so this was mostly comprised of the student films collaged together with the professor (John McIntire, now 88) narrating over, what sound like ramblings from interviews, some maybe over the phone. It was alright. It wasn't super-coherent, but it wasn't trying to be. The professor also had this hippie house where Ballet of Memphis is now (almost right across the street from us) that the movie gets its title from (and a coffee shop called The Bitter Lemon that was on Union Extended) and there was some footage of all of that (the best was the MCA, or MAA, footage 'cuz that's a wonderful building). Anyway, I'm kinda rambling. There were some other shorts before it and there was a little q&a afterwards. So then I went on my adventure. I had a plan of bringing over peanut butter milkshakes for my mom's birthday (we used to sometimes stop at this place in Tunica on the way down to my grandmother's in Helena and get peanut butter milkshakes, so old memories and such, pretty sure that place isn't around anymore). So I brought along a cooler with ice for all this transportation and went to Sweden Kream and got a bunch of milkshakes and burgers and fries for Mary Beth and me for dinner. So I get it and take it back home and everything was just so fucking delicious (it's been forever since we'd eaten there). But after a couple sips or so of my milkshake, almost right after coming inside, I fucking dropped my cup and it just exploded everywhere and was a huge mess and then we had to clean it up and I completely lost the rest of my milkshake. At leas I got to taste it and experience how good it was (and there's a better ending to all this in just a minute). Anyway, so I had to wolf my burger down but it was also extremely delicious. Then I ran off to take this lot of milkshakes to my parents' house and I shared the milkshakes and we sat and hung out for a little while. Anthony and Christina were also there (Jason wasn't, but he has bad lactose intolerance so I'd gotten him something else anyway but, a moot point). My dad doesn't drink milkshakes now so I did get to have his so it wasn't all a loss. Okay and then that's the evening and the end of my story about driving all around.