did i ever tell you guys i almost moved to nashville? yeah, i was about six weeks from moving when i met kev. when i met him i told him that i wouldn’t be in town long, that my life was starting over 300 miles from everything i knew, so he told me that we would take it one day at a time. a year later we were married but i still get nostalgic every time i visit the glorious nashvegas.

friday afternoon kev and i loaded up the trusty 4runner, who i lovingly call “debbie” or sometimes “gawd, debbie, why can’t you run over these assholes with your awesome 2 wheel drive?”, and hit I-65 towards nashville. while on the road we stopped at a mcdonald’s in priceville, alabama that was so infested with flies i thought i might vomit. but i digress. we arrived in nashville safe and sound and met turner at our hotel. i failed to take pictures of it because everytime i even thought of it there was a wedding going on in the lobby. believe me, it was difficult to restrain myself from leaning over the balcony and yelling “girl, don’t do it! run! run like the wind!”

once we were all showered and ready to go, my sweet and awesome friend toad met us and we walked to the beer sellar. once there we drank a pitcher each and proceeded to make fun of people. come on people! you can’t expect me to change just because i’m in another city. turner was in rare form and trying her damnedest to get beaten up.

we left the beer sellar and went to robert’s western world which apparently is the home of BR-549. there was an awesome bluegrass band playing and the place was packed. all types of people were there too. country lovers, punk rock kids, hippies, geriatric folks, you name it.

the next day britt, turner’s awesomely gay friend, met us and the four of us went to eat at Big River Brewery. an entire table of guys sat about ten feet away from us and were being annoyingly loud and well, manly. they were continously toasting and hoo-rahing. at that point i discovered mojitos on the menu. oh good god, thank you for there was about to be a ketchup bottle thrown in their direction.

we left Big River and walked around nashville for a while stopping at hatch show print, robert’s western world (again), and dixieland delights, which serves ice cream cones larger than andre the giant’s fist. at dixieland they have a musician who sits at the front of the store singing crappy country songs. the songs weren’t crappy but his singing sure was. no wonder he is playing an ice cream parlour in Music City.