A point in your vacation to Memphis, Tennessee where you visit Beale Street and become entirely too intoxicated and almost vomit in Elvis Presley's house tour the following day because of the vast variety of shag carpentry throughout the house, which only intensifies your extreme nausea.
"Holy crap! Last night I had a total Memphis Moment. My friend had to fireman carry my drunk ass out of the cab while I adourned the hotel lobby with half digested bbq and a variety of alcoholic beverages."
by Dobber Guinn May 09, 2009