I’ll admit that I didn’t take very many photos on my quick trip to NashVegas with the pals. However, I did keep the kahuna in my lap while on the road. Just in case.
Nothing cool or fantastic or out of this world happened but I took photos anyway. And after sorting through them, I’ve decided they are pret-ty-bor-ing. But I ain’t got nothing else right now. So it’s either keep my big fat mouth shut for today or… well I can’t keep my big fat mouth shut.
So I present to you: The Road Trip.
Nashville. About a 3 hour drive from Louisville. Not too shabby considering all you have to do is head south on I-65. But 3 hours leaves a lot of time for discussion. Like boys, music, gummy worms – you know, all the good stuff.
BG is the mile marker that told us we were almost there. It is also the mile marker where Sweet Child Of Mine started playing and I did my best Axl Rose impersonation. You’re welcome, fellow passengers.
You KNOW you’re in Nashville when you see the Batman Building. Which Abby shared with me that her work buddies make fun of her for calling it the Batman Building. I asked why and she said because it’s actually the AT&T Building. To which I replied, “But it looks like Batman’s hat, Abby!!”
It was BEAUTIFUL outside. Absolutely wonderful weather. Windows down. Radio up. But I’m a lame-oh and developed a migraine and passed *GASP* on the opportunity to walk the streets of down town. I needed a nap.
My fear has happened: I’m getting old.
I believe this is Broadway. Chocked full of shops and honky tonks and traffic. And sunshine. And headaches. Boo brain, boo.
So we did our nap. We did our getting ready. We did our going out (which was SO MUCH FUN). And we did our sleeping.
Now, I could tell you a very humorous story that involves one friend and one pair of undies
And then we woke up and went home. The End.
I had a wonderful time with my gals. It’s stuff like this, the conversations, the jokes, the missing undies that make me realize I’ve surrounded myself with special people.
Thanks for the great time, Abby & Kelly. Now I can officially say “BRING ON BON JOVI!”