Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Nashville Notes, Part 1

 If people didn't already know we were tourists by the Florida license plate on Arielle's car, than they found out when we drove down Broadway for the first time, and Rachelle just had to stick her head out of the window and yell, NashVegas baby!
Oh, did I mention that it was below thirty degrees? And that she insisted on keeping the window down for at least fifteen seconds? It doesn't sound like very long, but it was. Florida girls=turn the heat on, full blast!

I must say, driving down that strip for the first time is something I will never forget. I mean, yeah, it's just bars and bars on deck, but it was honestly an amazing sight. Neon signs lighting up every inch of street, people from all parts of the world coming together and uniting under cowboy hats and boots, stray musicians every few feet. The three of us watched in awe, forgetting that we still had to find our hotel and were starving. 

We did find our hotel, by the way, and lucky for us, it was literally a hop and a skip away from Broadway (aka downtown.) Once again, our hotel was decent, the room was spacious, and we did not feel immediately threatened by our surroundings. After getting dressed and destroying the room, we took off for downtown. And man, those neon lights are even better when you're walking underneath them. When the people in cowboy hats are bumping into you and saying, pardon me, or holding doors open for you. And smiling. 

Our first stop of the night was at a recommended BBQ place called Rippey's. As soon as we walked in, live music and a completely full dining room greeted us. On a Monday night. It was then that we began to understand just what was in store for us. Awesomeness. 

The music was amazing. Outstanding. Beautiful. The food was simple, yet incredible. We couldn't help but eat every last bite. When we were sufficiently stuffed, we sat back, sipped our beers, and listened. I honestly don't know how long we were there, but by the end of the night, we had made friends with the son in the band, whose name was Klinton, and had invited him to go bar hopping with us. 

And bar hop, we did. I'm pretty sure we went to at least four bars just that night, and each one was more impressive than the next. We brought a little bit of West Palm Beach line dancing to each, and couldn't help but be surprised by all of the nice people. 

At the last bar, Honky Tonk Central (yes, it's called Honky Tonk Central. Awesome, right?) Arielle and I got offered jobs as accountants in Minnesota at 1:30 in the morning and we officially decided that we never wanted to leave downtown. Except that everything closes at 2, so we had to leave anyways. But it was okay, because our first night there was epic and we all decided that the only way to go from there was up.













Thanks for the pictures, Shell! :)

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