South by Southwest

After a grueling morning with only 3 hours of sleep, 2 flights and 1 document signing over our first born in blood to the rental car company, we made it to Nashville.

 

We look surprisingly chipper during our flight.Why you ask? Because we are fat. No one wanted to sit with us :( It's seat yourself on Southwest flights and all but one seat was sold. Should have been a pretty crowded flight, right? When the last few people were straggling in and it was down to several middle seats or the window seat in the row with Chris and myself, everyone looked at us and chose the middle seats elsewhere. Ha. I call Fat Perk! on this. Extra space and the option to snuggle with my honey is fine by me.

Turns out there are two hotels with the same name in Nashville. We went to the wrong one. Ours is not downtown as we had thought, but 1.5 miles away. We were a little bummed until we saw our room though. The registration agent sees how long we are staying and bumped us up to a rad corner suite. The adjoining wall is all windows as well.

Exhausted and famished from our travels we decided to call Friday a travel only day. It was 530p here which should have felt like 330p to us but we were ready for bed already. But first we needed food. We followed our first rule of travel only eat at places you couldn't eat at while home and headed to the White Castle down the street. Until I Wiki'd it and found out the history behind the White Castle, which basically invented fast food, my knowledge was limited to Harold and Kumar. We ordered a meal and a couple of teas, reminded ourselves that we have to specify unsweetened while here lest we want to have our first diabetic seizures, and mowed down on the tastiest, slimiest, pieces of "meat" I've ever consumed.

 

Our meal consisted of 10 sliders, 20 chicken rings, and a bag of fries. It was delicious or we were famished. All I know is that our hotel and this White Castle are in a sketchy area. I had to step over needles on the sidewalk sketch. People were sitting on the hoods of their cars in the parking lot and the counter girl was looking at us like we were bananas when we ordered. There is nothing that makes you have white guilt like handing a $100 bill to a 6'5" black man in a bow tie and paper hat except for handing a $100 bill to a 6'5" black man in a bow tie and paper hat in a place called WHITE CASTLE.

Back to the food. If you are in the vicinity of a White Castle and you have never been I recommend you go, once. Those are some steamy delicious little slime burgers that if I had been high would have been out of this world. I see the appeal of this as stoner food but there is a reason they call them sliders. You slide them right down and they...well...they continue sliding.

 

And then to recover for our next adventure, we slept for 15 hours.