"Give me 10 more years, I'll be rooted in your soil."
Nashville, TN.
This past weekend, I went to Nashville for the first time in my life. I arrived Friday night (7 pm) and left Sunday morning (6:45 am), so there wasn't much time to soak in the city.
But, what I saw --- I loved.
It snowed the entire time. We stayed across the street from the Grand Ole Opry and the Opryland Hotel (the largest non-gaming hotel in the US. This place has a RIVER running through it). I ate Blackened Grouper and drank beer. I hung out with a band from Montreal and loved listening to their delightful accents. I hung out with my friend Ryan, who has Turrets syndrome -- which is always an experience. I ate beef briskett and cornbread. I hung out with big wig booking agents in the Presidential Suite of the Opryland hotel. I averaged 3 hours of sleep a night.
Someday, I hope to spend more than 36 hours in Nashville (and I'm sure that I will). I could spend at least that much time geeking out over Cash memorabilia alone...
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glad to have you back lovely! i sat next to a guy with turrets this morning at the train station, he kept muttering "shit" under his breath and taking his hat off and hitting himself in the leg with it as he was reading the paper. it was very interesting
"geeking out"
i love you.
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