Day 3 was a rest day. A really really rest day. Went into a place called Wing Fanatic where Mr. James, the rotund, sedentary and friendly owner went through a list of his 50 fanatical chicken wing flavours. Sweet heat being the number one, parmesan and garlic (which was a bit feety), napalm, rum and coke, root beer, jack daniels (?), peach barbeque, southern comfort...etc, etc. Really odd but intriguing flavours. Max and Johnny went to the Goodwill charity shop where Max found another American football for throwing and occasionally catching and purchased a cowboy shirt Phil could wear when he's not wearing his only other cowboy-style shirt. It was red and nice. Johnny found nothing that tickled his anything. Phil and Kieran went to try and find a computer game called "Call of duty: Modern warfare 2," where people call for you to do your duty in a modern war-mongering way...twice.
Johnny haggled with the people at the University of Mississippi's sports centre to get a nice deal on swimming pool access so he could get an all over body tone-up on his time off from laying down sweet vocals and playing some catchy keys. Then back to the house where Johnny treated everyone to his special and delicious Caribbean curry with sweet potatoes and and other nice things. We spent the next three hours trying to watch Groundhog Day. 3 minutes of the film followed by an eternity of ads and back for 3 more minutes of what is really a truly great movie.
A little UFC's greatest knock-outs and we were out like a light. Bed at 9 is deadly.
Tomorrow features pulled barbeque pork, Elvis' birthplace, several toilet stops, meeting up with Dennis for dinner and other amazing and riveting things and whatever...
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