Tonight after an exhausting show in Memphis, our bus driver Andy decided to take us sightseeing at 2:30 in the morning. He drove Taylor and me to Sun Studios (which looked like a diner). Apparently Elvis did something there. Andy said I should grab my camera and take photos, so I took one of the plaque that said whatever Elvis did and figured I’d read it later. Taylor saw a cockroach and suggested I take a picture of that too.

We drove past Beale St which was even more pathetic after all the bars had closed. Andy jumped out and I took his picture with the clubs in the background. Then to our surprise we drove to pick up Mark the other busdriver, which meant everyone else was already back at the hotel. By now Taylor and I were realizing we’d been kidnapped….

They took us to motel where Martin Luther King was shot. Taylor said it was like going on vacation with her dad, seeing only the sites he was interested in. I agreed and said I too felt like I was on vacation with her dad. We refused to get out because we thought it was morbid. Besides it was 3 o’clock in the morning.

Mark said he’d asked the boys if they knew their civil rights history. D-stroy thought John Wilkes Booth had shot King. Mark flew into a rage since Booth had shot Lincoln, and segued into why Blacks shouldn’t be allowed to use use the N’ word either, and Taylor and I began to see that we were being punished for the boys being stupid.