Blissfully Hooked, my wedding site, has officially moved to its own site rather than being kept as a subsidiary (or something like that…) of loadofcarp.
And while we’re at it, Fish never got around to posting about our trip to Nashville the weekend before last, so I suppose I get to! Valentine’s Day was approaching, and we had decided to make it a couple’s weekend in Tennessee, between Fish and myself, two of his frat brothers and their girlfriends — one of whom goes to school at Vanderbilt.
That Friday after classes and all we got together for a long car ride (five hours or so, but exacerbated by idiots and gridlock on the road) across the Appalachian foothills in the snow, the first time I’d gotten to see the mountains of the eastern US (nothing in size compared to the Cascades or the Rockies, but still very majestic) and tucked in at a Doubletree in a pillowtop king sized bed with a warm complimentary chocolate chip cookie. At the time we saw the footage of that luger at the Olympics who crashed head first into the steel bars beside the track at 80+ mph. Second time an Olympian has died, from what the News said, and plenty gory — showing the actual hit and then the effects of internal bleeding as paramedics attempted to resuscitate him. I can only assume the poor guy didn’t even see or feel it. Some folks said it was because at age 21, it was his first Olympics, but even veterans often get injured on that particular track. At least the nation of Georgia continued in the Olympics in his honor.
Speaking of all of this, it’s a shame I can’t be on the west side of the nation, as my friend Katie and her brother drove up to Vancouver to participate in the fandom. They were able to attend several events such as hockey and curling (which is apparently way more interesting than you’d ever suspect!), and both were interviewed by Portland’s KGW tv news.
Anyway, that Saturday we spent perusing the main strip of Nashville’s Broadway, packed with record stores, poster shops, places to buy custom cowboy boots and hats, and dozens of bars, saloons, clubs (Coyote Ugly, B.B. King’s Blues Club, etc…), and taverns out of which live music filtered out through the doors to beckon us. There was even a box on a street corner that from afar looked like it should control the street lights, until you got too close and realized it was pumping out country music.
We ate at Big River Brewery, Olive Garden, and Cheesecake Factory over the weekend, and despite the cold we kept ourselves moving and had a fantastic time. Happy Valentine’s Day for us, indeed!
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