My {crazy} cousin, William, is like my twin brother. We were born three months apart and have grown up together, sharing almost every Sunday lunch at Bubba’s and essentially all big moments in life. We used to be mistaken for twins, and sometimes we still are!
William has lived in downtown Memphis for at least five years, and we’ve never taken Helen Grace to have lunch in his part of town. Saturday was a beautiful day, so we made a trip out of it and met him at the Peabody to see the DUCKS. Apparently, getting there 15 minutes early was NOT enough time to beat the crowd. It was PACKED. We squeezed our way in and if we stood really still with our heads close together, we could see the red carpet. We waited and waited and finally the doors opened, and the ducks busted a move down the carpet and splashed into the fountain. Helen Grace thought that was cute and funny, but about a minute later, she was asking to go get a kite again. (She’s been on a kite kick lately, thanks to Mary Poppins.)
We found William in the madness and headed up to the rooftop to show HG where the ducks lived. Along the way, we met a group of Japanese visitors who bombarded Helen Grace like she was Lady Gaga. It was like paparazzi, no kidding. Not sure if it was the blonde hair or the Hello Kitty heart shaped glasses, but HG did NOT like it. She did like the view of the river though, once we shook off her stalkers.
We headed across the street for lunch at Flying Fish, and HG finally started warming up to William. They bonded over the little fishing boat her lunch arrived in, and she told him all about the circus. Afterward, we walked down to the river, checked out the riverboats, and strolled along the water in Tom Lee Park. Such a beautiful day!
If you squint, you can see the ducks running on the carpet over our heads!
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