For Labor Day weekend, Allie and I went to Nashville for a short getaway. Tickets were cheap and there were promises of live music sung by good-looking cowboys - naturally, we were sold.
I'm glad we went for just two days and two nights. I loved the live music literally everywhere. All the bands were phenomenally talented and so entertaining. Especially Corey Jackson. You heard it here first folks - he's going places! Corey, get a Twitter or Instagram account, please.
The people were interesting, to say the least. There were about 17,239 bachelorette parties happening this weekend. On Broadway, the amount of flashy lights adhered to one's body, too tight of dresses, and cowboy boots with outfits that clearly were not checked in the mirror before leaving, was quite extreme.
We did befriend a man, Solo, who gave us rides to and from the Nebraska bar out in BFE. We yolo'd with Solo!
Locals at Tootsies
The people there made for GREAT people watching (thanks, Dad and gma for the skill!). We might have seen an interview take place for the third position in a threesome. We might have seen someone pass out multiple times in the aisle of our plane. We might have even seen a 70-year old shaking his hips like he was the new Shakira. But like all good, touristy sayings, "What happens in Nashville, stays in Nashville".
Keep it classy, Nashville.