Dos: Nashville

We just got to hotel #2.
You know it's good when the dude at the front desk tells you that Little Richard is staying here, too.
I'm going after his curls. A long night in the lobby awaits.

The Maker's Mark distillery was pretty rockin'.
Joey and I got to sign and date a couple of bottles of bourbon whisky and hand-dip 'em in the wax. I took a ton of pictures; I'll be sure to post them soon.

Here's a link to Joey's blog, in case y'all are curious. It's essentially the same stuff, but from the hairy-chested, manly man point of view.

Entertainment for the evening partially consisted of watching a 173 year-old woman line dance the pants off a troop of preteen girls in purple vests. (That's an estimate on her age. Those are not her god-given hips, I can tell you that.)

Tonight's dinner made me realize that in terms of quality BBQ, the place with the most fake animals hanging upside down from the ceiling is probably going to have the best grub.

(Dinner of the night: Half slab Jack Daniel's ribs, bleu cheese coleslaw, 1 local pale ale--all from Wildhorse Saloon.)

As far as Nashville goes: On the whole I'm not impressed just yet. It's more of a commercial town than anything else. Every other shop is a memorabilia outlet. The scenery is great and there's a lot of live music, which is awesome, but Nashville itself seems to be trying a bit to hard to have a hootnanny.

Tidbit of the Night:

Me: How the hell did line dancing start? I mean, who thought that was a good idea?
Joey: I think it was one drunk cowboy...he started randomly stomping and clapping and figured he looked good... because he was drunk. And then the guy next to him, also drunk, decided to follow him because, well, ...he was drunk. And so after a bit there was just a whole line of drunk cowboys, clapping and stomping randomly, and since they were all drunk it just ...kept on going.

I looked it up a little bit ago. Turns out, it was not drunk cowboys. It was disco. Country stole it.

xo!