No Memphis and an Epic Monsoon

So. Didn't go to Memphis with sister. And yes, I realize this was 3 weeks ago, but lay off, I've been busy. (Okay not really busy, just doing other stuff...like sleeping and such.)

As everyone hopefully knows, Nashville received record amounts of rainfall that weekend, causing a massive flood that has since become one of the most expensive natural disasters in the country's history. Even Kenny Chesney's house took on water!! GASP! NOOOO!

Anyhoo, things have finally dried out and are somewhat returning to normal. People are starting to rebuild and there is no longer a raging river across the street from our house. Thank the lord we live on a hill. A half block away was under water. :/

Excitement is currently in the air for me...as my wonderful boyfriend decided he needed to out do himself and surprise me with a plane ticket home for a long weekend...mostly to go to my BFF Amanda's baby shower for little Henry...but also to visit my family and friends. He schemed with sister and my parents and now I'm home bound on June 3rd! Wooooop! I cannot wait!

I've been doing lots of painting lately, which has been awesome for my sanity, and has helped to make our house colorful and more livable. J and I are pretty much living in our bedroom, since the rest of the frat house is a nasty pit from everyone else that we're sick of cleaning, and it's been rough trying to find our own space. But we're figuring it out. And are going to be so pumped to move into our own place in October! (Preferably on a hill, away from any type of river or creek that has flooding potential. Which I think is smart.)

We have also decided that it is our destiny to win the PowerBall (the big jackpot, of course), and we are excited to become multi-millionaires and quit our jobs. Don't worry-we will share the wealth with everyone who is deserving (including my 9 loyal blog followers..hehehe).

J's parents are coming to visit this Friday(which will be a 3 day weekend..thank you, Memorial Day!)...we have tons of activities planned for the time that they're going to be in town. Jack Daniels Museum, Tennessee Renaissance Festival (jousting!!), the Nashville Zoo, and his mom and I are going to get pedicures. Yayyyy some girl time! Then the day they leave, I fly home!

Ahhh Minnesota, how I miss thee.

Lay Offa' My Blue Suede Shoes!!!

Tomorrow is the day my sister begins her journey to come see me. AND I CANNOT WAIT!! I might kidnap her and make her stay here. But then I suppose I have to kidnap her hubby too...and then send for my nieces. Then my parents. Then all of my friends. Hmm. This could get tricky...

Nothing too exciting to report...sadly. Just workin' and livin'. Trying to get my feet on the ground.


Okay now its 2 days later...and I'm sitting at work watching the clock...waiting to go see my sis!!! They are at the Country Music Hall of Fame..and probably enjoying the gorgeous 80 degree day. Not like I would know or anything, as I'm stuck behind my desk for another hour and 28 minutes. ::sigh::

Tomorrow we're off to the wonderful city of Memphis (okay..it's not too wonderful...it's actually pret-ty freakin' ghetto, but we will have fun, dang it!) and we're gonna go to Graceland! Sister and I are bringing our fabulous blue suede shoes (heels...super cute!!) so we can pose all over Elvis' pad/yard/airplanes/car museum in tribute to The King. Woop! And we WILL sing "Walking in Memphis" while we are walking with our feet 10 feet off of Beale. :) We are so cheesy. Crap I better go do some work...still have an hour and 17 minutes left til I let loose for the weekend. Oooo 1 hour and 16 minutes! (But who's counting?)

Me, obviously. Okay bye.

A Bar of Jeer

The other night J and I went to a place called the Tin Roof where he was playing guitar for a friend's writer's round. I, as usual, was just a tag-a-long...a mere mortal in a sea of mythical...okay okay I'm being dramatic. Basically I was the only one not in the music business. Again. So when everyone asks what brought me to Nashville, am I a singer? Songwriter? Manager?? Anything??! No. I came here for my boyfriend. I can do nothing for you except maybe make you laugh. If you have even the slightest bit of personality and sense of humor. Oh, you don't?? Okay cool. In that case you have nothing to offer me either. ZING!! So after I played that whole scenario out in my mind (mostly after this girl came up to us and introduced herself like this: "Haaa. I'm Kelly Paaaige." ...the 'haaa' is supposed to be a 'hi' in an I'm-trying-to-be-a-southern-belle voice. And yeah. Everyone introduces themselves with their first and last names. Mmm hmm. YOU'RE NOT FAMOUS. Although I do remember her name. Crap.) anyway...after that, I decided I was having fun. Especially since this place serves their beer in jars. Yes, jars. For the low low price of $2, you get your tasty draft beer in a nice glass jar that I decided from the get-go I was going to steal. J was making fun of me, calling me a klepto, as I have been known to "acquire" random things from the bar. Like a stack of sweet shot glasses that were LEFT ON THE BAR. So while he was up on stage, and I was sitting by myself, I spent at least 10 minutes trying to swiftly stash the jar in my purse. Right after I did it, while I was still basking in the glow of my success, I learned that you're supposed to take them home. In fact, written on the side of the jar is the phrase; "Stolen from the Tin Roof."

J and I left that night with 5 jeer bars.


Today after work, J decided since it was so nice out it was a good day to sweep all the dead leaves off the driveway. I decided I would go outside and try to help. After I moved the garbage cans and my car, my part was done, as we only had one broom. But alas, I caught the itch. I wanted to do everything. I wanted to mow the grass and pick the weeds from the flower beds and plant more flowers and go buy a bird bath and build a koi pond and..yeah you get the idea. I decided picking the weeds was a good place to start. After an hour, I realized there are more weeds in our yard and flower bed than there are in the entire world. It looks a hell of a lot better than it did, but I had to force myself to stop or I would have gone on for days. Clearly I've bitten off more than I can chew, and I absolutely have to finish now that I've started. Bahhh I guess I know what I'm doing every night after work for the next 7 weeks. I'm so domestic.

Officially Un-Unemployed!

So yeah I know its been a bit since my last post. SORRY SISTER.

I've been busy re-joining society. I am now a proud member of corporate America and let me tell you...it feels...okay. I'm excited to have a paycheck again, that's for sure. And I get a pretty rockin' discount, so that's a plus. J and I are gonna deck out our pad with a bunch of fun electronics...that is, when we blow THIS popsicle stand. In October. Hey-it'll give us plenty of time to save up and figure out which HUGE t.v. we want. Hmmm maybe a home theater system and a new camera? Sounds good to me.

I can finally sleep at night because I'm on a schedule, which is amazing, and I can sort of get around without my GPS. We've had some good times, Tom(we had to relieve Mandy of her GPS duties...she just wasn't making the cut) but I think we need to spend some time apart. It's not you, it's me: I started paying attention. But I'm sure we'll be together again someday soon, don't worry. I work M-F from 8-5...wow, a real job?! FOR ME?! It feels nice to have one, I must say. And I don't hate having the weekends off. Don't hate it at all.

The roomies are still messy...J and I are the only ones that load and unload the dishwasher. EVER. Ugh. At least our room is nice. We actually clean it (and the bathroom! NO WAY!) on a regular basis, unlike the other housemates. I'm just glad we don't have to share a bathroom with anyone else. Eeeks.

The weather is amazing...it almost made it to 80 today! Its only getting better. :) I have a friend coming into town next weekend...then my sis & crew @ the end of April...then 2 girlfriends in July! I cannot WAIT to hang with some familiar people...ones that don't say ya'll. No offense to anyone that says that who might be reading. Ahem...J. But if I ever catch myself saying "ya'll" I will be oh so disappointed.


Some random things about Nashville:
~People can't drive. At all. I've almost been side swiped/rear-ended/backed into/run over at least 28 times.
~There are some pretty amazing mansions around here...its fun to drive around and see them all!
~The radio stations SUCK! You'd think they'd be awesome here, but no. Not even close.
~Everyone(strangers, that is...not people you're hanging out with or anything...hahaha) calls me ma'am. And it doesn't make me feel old like it used to...it's just the polite thing to say. Who woulda thunk?
~Most people don't take care of their yards...its weird.
~You have to drive 15 mph in school zones at certain times of the day. Even in highschool zones. And if you're speeding, the traffic monitor people blow obnoxiously loud whistles at you and point their fingers at you and scold you and make you feel bad.
~The hockey fans here are WEAK compared to the MN hockey fans. I was embarrassed for them at the game last night. *head shake*
~There is a little hot dog stand fashioned out of a yellow VW van from the 60's...and it's called I Dream of Weenie and its delicious.

Oh yeah...and the outside of our house is infested with those little Asian beetles...the ladybug impostors. They enjoy hanging out in the dining room window. I enjoy vacuuming them up. Thankfully they don't always get in...but they creep around on the screen and taunt me. This morning there was one on the bathroom mirror and it scared the heck outta me. J saved the day and flushed him down the toilet. Good thing he didn't make it into the bed to hide out...those things bite!!

Bitch. Shave Your Shit.

Over the weekend we discovered a fun new place to hang. It's an art gallery that has a little stage and you can rent out the place for parties and stuff. They even allow you to bring your own beverages. The first night we went there a friend was doing a writer's round. We met the owner and bartender and decided they were sweet and we maybe wanted to become friends with them. I also made my first girlfriend! Yayyyy me! She's younger, but her and her friend caught 2 of the roommates' eyes, so I thought I'd become friends with them so the boys could have it easy. We went there again the next night, as someone the girls knew was having a bday party. The boys and I got there and soon realized that we were the oldest people in there by a couple years. We were totally the weird old people in the corner that no one invited. But the beer was cheap and the people watchin' was good, so we stayed. The owner kept giving us free booze, so we decided that we for sure like him. There was a random crazy coke'd out girl that we couldn't stop staring at. She was a hot mess, and I heard thru the grapevine that no one knew who she was either. At one point we looked over and she was laying face down across 3 folding chairs, completely still. I sent the boys over to pose with her and started snapping pics, when her seemingly favorite song came on and she popped up, good as new, and started dancing again. There were lots of girls like her that night, and I saw too many butt cheeks for my liking. WEAR UNDERWEAR PEOPLE! That's all I'm saying! Anyway, the more the party fizzled out, the more drunk we got, and we ended up on the dance floor with a group of sweet black chicks who were trying to teach me how to shake it like them. They told me I had "flava", I just needed to find it. Whatever that means. On the drive home, one of the roomies puked out the car door...so all in all it was a good night.

We have since decided that the art gallery is our new favorite place to hang. We went again a few days ago, as there was a writer's round going on, and the owner told us that Monday nights were pretty fun. When we got there, we found out that a dude was playing that J had just discovered, and we were excited to hear him. Everyone that went before this dude, named Leroy btw, was pretty boring. Then, one guy gets up on stage, sings a few songs, & decides to give a long intro to his last tune. Here's is what he said: (this is not exact, as I was already 3 sheets to the wind and don't remember word-for-word) "This song, is about my uncle, and something that happened when I was 17. I'm 23 now. One day, he was at his house, getting ready for work. He was depressed." (By this time, people are getting quiet, and looking around wondering if they were the only one that was feeling super awkward. I was staring at J with wide eyes trying to avoid looking at the stage.) He continues: "My uncle was a good man, but he had some problems. So on this day, he went in his closet. Then he came out of the closet, took off all of his clothes except his underwear, layed on his bed, and blew his brains out. This is for you, uncle." At this time, the whole bar was silent, crickets were chirping, someone coughed, I heard myself blinking. It was way to much info, and so uncomfortable!! After him, Leroy came on, and we were hoping that he would brighten the mood a bit. Leroy gets on stage and sits on a chair, holding his guitar. I like him already, as he is wearing a horribly tacky dark brown suede jacket with fringes that is at least 2 sizes too big. His dark brown long ratty hair is in a low pony tail, hidden underneath a strange sort of small brimmed black cowboy hat. When he gets up to play, there's a little bit of hushed chatter going on in the bar and not everyone is paying attention. Leroy doesn't care, and he starts to play his first song...which starts off like this: (THIS is a direct quote, as even tho I was schwasted, I could never forget it.) ..."Bitch. Shave your shit." Everyone stops talking and directs their attention towards the stage. He goes on, "Bitch. Shave your pits." This guy is awesome. It was a really good song, and the whole place was cheering. He plays his other tune (he was only gonna play two) and after that one ends, the crowd erupts in the ol', "one more song!" chant. So he plays another, which is equally awesome, and goes on his way. We decide we like him, and are now official fans. I also decide this night, in my drunken stupar, that it is my goal to have my artwork displayed in this bar/gallery. Now that I'm on hugging terms with one of the owners, I feel this feat is reachable.

On a different note, we decided to not go with the cute little house which has been totally bumming me out. The roomies didn't take the idea of us subletting our room very well. They got pissed, to be more frank. They don't want some random moving into the house, which is completely understandable, but I like to think we wouldn't have just posted an ad on craigslist and let the first person move in. J had some people in mind that everyone knows, but we decided we would just tough it out til October. It's gonna be hard living here with 4 boys til then (yikes!), especially since I wanted to have a place for my friends and family to come stay. But our rent is gonna be super cheap, which is amazing, and the house is really nice. So that will help the stress factor, and I can save money to go on a trip, or come back home to visit! Woohoo!

Two of my friends just decided to come visit here in July, and I cannot wait! I've been thinking of fun things for us all to do, and even though I've got tons of time to plan, I'm too excited not to think about it.

Today is beautiful out, and J and I got up early (well, kinda early...we TRIED to get up early) and went to a bookstore, then to the Nashville Public Library which was awesome. Its in an old building downtown, and it was fun to go in there and poke around. Then he took me to check out the Bicentennial Mall, which is a little park that was built for Tennessee's bicentennial celebration. It was pretty cool...there were some sweet sculptures and an incredible view of the city. Now we are at a little coffee shop a few blocks away from home, enjoying the fresh air which is coming in thru the open windows. It's nice to be out and about and I cannot wait til it gets warmer!!! Its 53 right now, but still a bit chilly, so a jacket is necessary. Tonight we are finally gonna join society and go see Avatar. We're clearly a bit behind.

One final thought...I now have 9 followers. TAKE THAT, SISTER!! ;)

Just Another Thursday Night In Nashville

Tonight was a random good time. Went to some lofts (which were flippin' sweet) where J's friend was doing a set. I didn't really know what to expect...is it someones home? Is it a club? We got there and realized it was in someone's loft apt...this dude, who J & I decided is a closet wanna-be superstar musician, tricked out his pad with a ton of high class lights and set up a stage. He throws parties and invites a few select people to come and play. The dude who sang the song that goes, "this is the story of a girl, who cried a river and drowned the whole world", was there...and I gladly sang along. I don't remember his name, nor do I know the title of the song. It might be, "Story of A Girl". Yes, let's say that's what it is. At any rate, some other peeps sang some tunes and fun was had by all.

Next we went to the Bridge Bar, I think that's the name, where a few friends were schmoooooozing. Right when we walked into the bar, which is in a skyway btw and is pretty cool, we both felt gross and wanted to leave. Everyone was soooooooo fake and sleezy and it made me want to vomit. The women were fake and the men were creepsters, and it seemed as tho everyone was just out to kiss major butt. And if you couldn't do anything for them, they wanted nothing to do with ya. I have no idea who anyone was or what they did, and I did not give a crap. We literally said hi to the friends that were there and turned around and walked out without even saying bye. Hehehe that's one of the reasons I love J.

After venting about that joint the whole walk to the next bar, we were ready to let loose. (Not THAT loose tho...remember, we have to get up early to look at the house..) We walked up to the door of a place called Legends, and we were hit with the usual "HEY YA'LL!" by a chick sitting at the door. "hi, hi, yeah how are ya." We started walking past her when she whiped out her fancy clipboard and asked if we're on the guest list. No, BUT WE DIDN'T WANNA COME IN HERE ANYWAY!! :P So we proceeded to walk around the corner and noticed some tour buses outside the main lil' touristy bars so we went in a random one, which totally sucked, and we snuck out the back. We walked down the alley to The Stage, which we were at last week, and got right in. (The doorman always remembers J cause his driver's liscense picture is so funny...classic.) We walked in upstairs and J realized that Jamey Johnson is playing a free show! Shibby! He also noticed that half the people in the bar don't really give a crap cause they're too busy schmoooooozing. ::sigh:: so we decided to take advantage of this rare event and go down on the floor, where we ended up right in front. It was awesome. And totally free. I wished my sister could have been there to enjoy the rockin show. J & I tried to catch some guitar picks, but got trampled by some crazy drunk chicks. Ohh well, maybe next time.

P.S. The house is super cute and we're waiting til' Sunday to hear if we get to move in...which will be totally sweet, as the other 3 roomies seem to have banished us from their lives. I maintain that all of them need to get some lady friends to keep them entertained, but I think they fear change. If that's the case, they must be terrified of my presence.

Restless Leg Syndrome and Me

Tried to go to bed early again last night. But alas, we watched our new fave show, Ghost Adventures, until 3:30. Then my restless leg syndrome that I diagnosed myself kicked in and I was done for. I hardly got any sleep, and I'm sure I was driving J up the wall with my tossing and turning.

Today was pretty productive. We went and checked out some places to live and found a definite possibility...a cute little house in a sweet and happy part of town. We drove by and peeked in the windows like creepers and it looks promising. Nice wood floors and lots of character. And two extra bedrooms perfect for visitors!!! :) And I stepped in dog poo when we were checking out the huge backyard, so we decided that was a good omen. No clue why. Just roll with me on this one. We're meeting with the landlord dude tomorrow morning at 7:45. Yes, that's AM so we for sure better make it to bed at a decent time tonight. Which might be difficult as it is CRS week in Nashville. This means absolutely nothing to me, but it could somehow benefit J so we will prolly have to take advantage of it. CRS stands for Country Radio Seminar...and it's when lots of music industry peeps are in town and there are showcases and partaaayyyys everywhere so everyone can do their schmoooozing and networking. Maybe I should pose as J's manager so I can feel like I belong. Then again maybe not, cause I'd look like a deer in headlights if someone asked me anything. Maybe I'll be J's manager with a severe case of laryngitis. I think I could do that.

On a side note, whilst driving around aimlessly today looking for places to rent, we drove by an obnoxiously large and funny shaped building on top of a hill with a gate that read, Mt. Richmore. J thought maybe it belongs to John Rich from Big and Rich, cause he's heard that he's kind of a douche bag. We looked it up when we got home, and lo and behold, it belongs to him. His neighbors hate it cause it looks stupid on the hillside, and it has bright lights that annoy them. So they all banded together and pointed flashlights in his windows to prove a point. Amen to those people.

On The Way To Becoming Thousand-airs...

Wooohoooo my blog has 3 followers. This is exciting.

It snowed today...boooo! It didn't stick, but it was equally annoying. I vote that it go back up to 68 like it was on Sunday. And I'm sure my vote totally matters.

J & I were so productive today. We are gonna be internet marketing geniuses! We've made $135 so far. And once we figure it out we will RULE THE WORLD!!! I would try and explain further, but I can't. I literally can't because I have no idea what the heck we're doing. But me thinks we're on the right track. J fixed his other computer so the wireless internet works...which means we can geek around the world wide web simultaneously. And I can blog about him whenever and wherever I want. Woohoo I'm glad he knows how to fix stuff...cause I sure don't.

We've been trying to reset our sleep patterns lately...but it's not going very well. Staying up til 2 or 3 and sleeping til 11 or 12...eeeek! We try and go to bed early and set an alarm, but it never works...so right now, its 12:13am...we ate dinner at 10pm (seasoned chicken, teriyaki rice and green beans...YUMMY!), I just got outta the shower like a half hour ago, and now J is playing beautiful tunes on his guitar for me as I write. :) I'm wide awake and it totally feels like afternoon. Dang it.

I'm having a hard time without my friends...and I find that I'm resisting the thought of making new ones. I LOVE MY FRIENDS AND I DON'T WANT NEW ONES! Okay I'm done being a baby. For now. I'm always down to make new friends of course, but it sucks to have to wipe the slate clean and start over. It makes you feel like kind of a loser. J & I decided we need to go out and make some sweet new friends together...so at least I'll have a partner in loser crime. :)

I'm in some serious need of some girlfriend time...equipped with wine and lots of laughs and gossip. Not saying J isn't a good wine drinkin' partner-he's top notch, and we've discovered some yummy wines as of late. I just miss my ladies. And I'm sure he'd like to get rid of me for a few hours. I think I can be quite a handful. He wants to read my blog but I think he'll be bored...since we are together 24/7 he pretty much knows everything that goes on in my nerdy head. Hmmm. But that would mean I'd have 4 followers. And that puts me ahead of my sister in the follower dept. SOLD!

The Roof! The Roof! The Roof Is On FI-YAHH!

It was 68 degrees today. Amazing! Almost 70 degrees in February?! I dig it. Today was a typical Sunday. Laid around and didn't really do anything. It was the 3rd day in a row that we went on a walk, tho, so that felt nice. (And I didn't get harassed by the yippy dog either, like I did the other day. Little guy lunged at my leg! Eeek!). J made a fantastic pizza from scratch for dinner and it was so good and cheesy! Told you I lucked out. :)

Yesterday was 65 degrees. Also amazing. We were out and about running errands and driving with the windows down and not being cold! While slowly getting ready to go out for the evening, J heard a small boom, which, minutes later, was followed by sirens. Lots and lots of sirens. And more sirens. Getting closer. We decided we needed to investigate this. We walked out into the living room and it was slightly lit up red and flashing so we opened the door to what can only be described as smokey chaos and loud noises. We ran down the steps and into the yard, trying to guess what the HECK was happening, (car accident?! PLANE CRASH?!!), followed by me screaming at the top of my lungs, "THE NEIGHBOR'S HOUSE IS ON FIRE!!". I came to this conclusion when something bright and orange caused me to look up and back, instead of in the street where all the emergency vehicles were. (There were no less than 20...as far as we could see.) The flames were SHOOTING out of the roof of the house next door and there was smoke coming from every vent and every window. We ran around the house to the back yard, as to get a better view. Dozens of firemen were running around, climbing up on the roof. Fire alarms were going off left and right, it was NUTS! Thankfully, everyone made it out okay, minus the kitty cat, who they never found. (In my mind, he/she is still hiding in the house, scared to come out. Poor kitty.) It turns out the grandma who lives there fell asleep with a cig in her hand, and must have dropped it onto something extremely flammable, causing the minor explosion J heard. The house sustained "heavy damage", and does not look good. While walking by it today, the homeowners were sitting out on the front lawn...they were noticeably upset, and it seemed that they had been scrubbing and cleaning all morning. Wonder what they're gonna do? Very scary. SMOKING IS BAD!

Speaking of smoking, most of the bars here still allow it indoors. And as luck would have it, every one of the roomies (besides J and I) and almost everyone in the group of friends we hang with smokes. So which bars do you think we go to? You got it, the smoking ones. Hopefully it won't be so bad when it gets to be a little warmer, as I think most of the bars open their windows, or most have patios. But being stuck in a place with heavy heavy smoke in the air is not so fun. Especially when your eyes start to water and your clothes and hair start to stink. Yuck. We have to wash our pillow cases today cause they smell like an ashtray.

Right now J is in the basement writing songs with a friend. The stuff that they come up with is pretty amazing, so I'm excited to hear it. The rest of the roomies are out in the living room watching Olympic hockey and cheering very loudly. GO USA!

I had my first bout of homesickness last night. I miss my friends and my family and my bedroom and my cat. It's a weird adjustment. I'm excited to be in a new place and I'm so happy that I'm with J, I just wish I could have my friends and family here too. Why can't I have it all, dang it?! I know that once I make some friends of my own I'll feel better. It's just hard. And scary. And being unemployed doesn't really help. So much to do.

My Sister Made Me Do This...

I've been staring at the screen for a good 10 minutes trying to figure out what the heck to write about. So this is for you, sister. Hope it keeps you entertained at work.

I live with 4 boys. Thankfully the boy that I call mine is clean and smells good. Not saying that the other 3 are stinky or anything, but I think I lucked out. The boys don't seem to care if they spill eggs all over the stove and counter. I know this cause it stays there and taunts me every time I walk by. The other day when I was putting groceries away I had a mini nervous breakdown and took it out on the kitchen with a sponge and some Windex. The next morning it was dirty again.

So what's it like in Tennessee? The people are nice and the roads are narrow. There are lots of hills, and few basements. The streets are called Pikes (some of them at least) and I pretty much only know how to get to the nearest Kroger (it's a grocery store). Thank the lord for Mandy, my GPS. She yells sometimes, but she's a life saver. If it snows a 1/2 inch the whole town shuts down; schools are closed and so are lots of businesses. If I had a nickel for every time I heard someone cry about 2 inches of snow I'd have at least a buck. Pretty much everyone you meet is in the music business. So that's awesome for me, as I know nothing about it. I'm usually the one standing on the side smiling and nodding, like I have a clue what they're discussing. Oh, sure...yeah, he's awesome...yeah, that guitar pedal is sweet...ohh he used to play with so-and-so. I'm usually just enjoying the live tunes, having my own fun. Its sorta hard to jump into conversations when you are totally lost on the subject.

Last night J & I went to shoot some pool. I was totally impressed with my billiard skills...I only won 1 of 3 games, but I maintain that J won the first one by default, as I sunk the 8 ball. I was kickin' his booty and then totally failed. J stated that if our lives depended on our pool skills, we'd be screwed. Agreed. After pool we decided to walk over to Broadway (which is the main "drag" downtown where all the honky tonks, and most of the tourists, are). We passed the Wild Beaver Saloon...where a man stands outside the door with a megaphone and shouts things at you to get you to come in. It seemed to be working for him...there was a group of loud, drunk girls hassling him. No, thanks, we'll keep walking. We landed finally (after stopping in a few bars to check them out) at a bar called The Stage. It was pretty packed and there was a sweet cover band playing. The Lewis Copeland Band. The lead singer totally looked like a werewolf. He had a great voice, and their original music was pretty sweet. My fave, however, was when they played Callin' Baton Rouge by Garth Brooks. It brought back fond memories of dancing with my sis and making her laugh by rockin' out on my imaginary fiddle. The band also included a man playing a keytar. Awesome. He had a fauxhawk and was oddly short. One of the guitarists looked like he came right outta a Kiss tribute band. It was a strange brew of people, but they put on a good show. We had fun watching all of the "hyena's", as J calls them. Single dudes all grouped together scoping out the crowd looking for ladies to pounce on. Hilarious! I guess there are creep-o guys no matter what part of the country you live in. Dang it.