I went to Nashville with my pals Abby and Kelly this weekend. Well, really only Saturday. One day. To get in some shopping, dancing and good times. We succeeded.
Our bar of choice? Tin Roof. Located directly across the street from our hotel. No worries about cabbies. And since the weather was awesome, no worries about coats either. We hopped, we skipped and we trotted through the door. And didn’t leave until something like 2am. Because of these guys.
This is the Chris Weaver Band. I have to say, never heard of them before but they ROCKED. Seriously. They played rock-n-roll, country, alternative, oldies, Neil Diamond… Journey… they ROCKED. So we didn’t leave. Until the crowd got so overwhelming that I could no longer stand in the spot I’d been in for the past 3 hours. Because the wild tramps were pushy. Boo wild tramps, boo.
I know these are dark. I know these are blurry. I know these aren’t that great.
But these – in my opinion – take you to the moment.
It was dark. It was blurry [because we were dancing like crazy].
The only difference was that it was great. And we belted along with them.
And then some wild tramp had to come and… hold on… oh, my bad…
… I didn’t see you there, Abby.
Let’s hug it out.