So, yeah, we went to Nashville over St. Patrick’s Day weekend. I’m all lazy and out of order with the reporting, I know.
That was my second of three travel events in March. It’s both exciting and exhausting to be on the road so frequently. Especially when it’s weekend travel because you essentially get no downtime. I like my recovery and lazy time, thank you very much. Maybe if I did it more often I’d get used to it. But work doesn’t require me to travel at all, so no luck there. No frequent flyer perks or expense accounts for me.
Anyway. Nashville. Why Nashville, you might ask?
The Boyz are my longest continually maintained relationship outside my own family of origin. I’ve known them for ten years now.
*pause to feel old*
The Boyz opened up a second office for their biz down in Nashville. They’ve got a new townhouse/office in which they spend quite a bit of time. And I semi-traditionally do a St. Patrick’s Day thing with them. So down to Nashville we went.
The city: If you don’t like country music, I’m not sure what there is to do there. I’m sure they’ve got some neat looking outdoorsy things. There’s a big river and all. There’s got to be a museum or two. Not much to it, best I can tell.
The digs: Man, that was a nice place. I’m fairly certain a place like that in the Minneapolis city limits would cost half again whatever they paid for it. And within walking distance to downtown to boot? Sheeeee-it. We were thinking about a single-family home when we move back into the city, but now that I’m accustomed to townhouse living and now that I’ve seen their snazzy place, I’m rejiggering my search parameters.
The doings: I know I said all that stuff about what there is to do in Nashville. Maybe it’s one of those places that you just need to know where to look. That’s what I tell people about Detroit. But sampling all that Nashville has to offer that wasn’t exactly the purpose of our trip. (The purpose was to hang out with The Boyz.) It was rainy and we ate and hung out with The Boyz and the Pauls and Gerry and we went to the gay bar. And there was Wii. I had my Wii cherry popped and had a sore right arm for it. Man, I love that Wii tennis. We slept on the most wonderful bed I’ve ever slept on and we were lucky because that lovely bed was too big to fit in the Murphy bed frame. Sadly, no other visitor to the Nashville office will ever have the pleasure of sleeping on that bed. Maybe on our next visit to Michigan….
