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.