My favorite Neon sign
How cool is this?!! There is a bartender at the other end and the peddling propels the shaft and keeps them moving. There is a back up motor also.
We got photo bombed. Did you know
photo bomb is in the Colliers Dictionary now?
Crossroads was one of the bars we went to. It had the best band of the
night. They played music from the Zac Brown band to Garth Brooks to the Black
Crowes. Unfortunately this is not Crossroads. This is the first bar I took
photos of while drinking Jack, rendering me unable to take pictures when we got
to the next bar.
Here's a tidbit for you. Stop going to Las Vegas for springbreak/bachelor parties/etc. Go to Nashville. The main strips are not so different but Nashville has better music. Nashville has cheaper drinks. Nashville has hotter women. True story. Unless you are really into silicone injected, spray tanned ladies, got to Nashville. The city is swarming with bachelorette parties and sorority sisters in short shorts and knee high cowboy boots. And if you fail at meeting women in Nashville you can enjoy a half rack of ribs for $8 and watch every football on approximately 42,000 TV's.
I do love country music. Always have, always will. I was still so into the music that I was skipping up the hill back to the hotel. Little did I know that Chris was in "my wife is adorable when she is drunk" mode and was snapping photos. Here's what I remember. I remember having to pee so bad that when we skipped past the christian book store I screamed "If you were really Christian you would let me use your bathroom! This is my time of need!" Despite the fact that it was midnight. Also, I remember skipping past a very scary building and saying that it was intense. Yes, I described it as intense. Luckily, my personal paparazzi managed to capture not only the building but my face as I took in the intensity of said intense building.
Intense building of Jack Daniels fueled nightmaric and
intense proportions, also known as the Customs House. ( It was the Federal
Building, now its for sale. Anyone want to go halvsies?)
Chris managed to catch me mid-skip and
mid-terror during my first intense sight of the very intense building.
Here it is during the day. Still intense.
Nashville is just Portland with better Bar-B-Que.
Sunday was the home opener of the Tennessee Titans which meant downtown was vacant, everyone was across the river. We had lunch at one of these little throw back restaurants decorated with edison bulbs while all the waiters wear suspenders and bowties. It was good but their attempt at old fashioned southern whatever was ruined by the fact not one person had an accent. It was disappointing. Nashville is just a melting pot of musicians from all over the country. Our waiter was from Southern California. Our hotel is in the Midtown area and is full of little hipster restaurants that employ men with those This-is-not-a-mullet haircuts (that is really is mullet) and ironic mustaches that just drive my inner snob insane.
This is a city where you can see a dreadlocked white guy in cowboy boots drinking a $4 Kombucha while repairing his bicycle.
Nashville is just Portland with better Bar-B-Que.
While we had downtown to ourselves we decided to visit the Country Music Hall of Fame. Naturally I took pictures of everything that had to do with Dolly Parton. But they had some other cool displays too....
Like Elvis Presleys gold Cadillac Limo...
...and costumes from Taylor Swifts tour. Roll your eyes and judge me all you want, this is cool. Chris and I went to this concert last September and it was the exact day that Chris accepted the job in Las Vegas. From the time he picked me from work until the concert he was back and forth on the phone negotiating. It was the day that changed the rest of our life. And Taylor played our favorite Dave Matthews Band song (You and I) on the Ukelele so yeah, we love us some T-Swizzle.
Unfortunately we missed our opportunity to attend the Tennessee State Fair, as I passed out as soon as we walked the 2+ miles uphill back to the hotel (in the 90 degree heat, in blister inducing shoes). Because of this we not only missed something called "Poultry Invitational: Champion of Champions", which I imagine as Chicken dressage, we also missed the Hedrick's Racing Pigs. I blame the Asshat cab driver and I leave you with this...
"It is a truth universally acknowledged that an ethiopian cab driver in posession of a yellow cab, will be in want for a fare longer than 2 miles uphill. However little he knows about the feelings or pains of such wanting passengers upon their first approach of his cab, this truth is so well fixed in the minds of all cab drivers, the he will deny the knowledge of mentioned roads and the english language until he can become the driver of someone in want of the airport." -Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
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