Guitars, Beer, and Short Skirts

Just get there on time. Didn't get much sleep the night before departing for Nashville. Still working. Never want to see another bottle of white-out again; bring it along anyways.

Midnight and too tired to wash clothes. For all that I hate Wal-Mart, I buy underwear and socks. Just throw stuff in the bag and sort it out later. Two suits, four shirts, and underwear. More underwear. Socks, toothbrush. Get to airport. Cheap parking ain't that cheap. Call the girls, they're running late.

Taxi cab to Gaylord. Looks expensive-and is expensive. Opening dinner reception going your own way but end up together again. Make up your mind girls.

Never there when needed, always there unwanted. Tried to find Kinko's for coworker- found a grocery store. Last minute again. Not really surprised.

You again? Saw a few familiar faces, expected and unexpected ones. Maybe again next year.

Paper big and small. And digitized? "Don't look at it anymore... just go to sleep." But can't sleep. Play a song for a while- still suck at piano. Homeless for a few hours- but no big deal. Anyways the presentation went well. Held my own, I believe. The e-word was popular this year for some reason. Thank you to the good doctor. And not just for the place to stay.

"What happened to you?" "Give it one more year." Stop! Cover my ears. Leperous posters. I tried. I couldn't hide your scars. Cowardly. Unwanted, I leave you behind. You won't be printed again. Try to forget with J.D. I can't lift my head, and it's probably not just the whiskey and beer.

Out to town. Real Nashville. Not as phony as cowboyhat-and-ponies Nashville but as phony as store-after-store-of-cheap-crap Nashville. But hopefully not as bad as ironcross-and-swastica Nashville. Real Nashville probably located somewhere near that Big-K. Instead of Dukes of Hazard, there's a museum for Charlie Daniels. My mom is in one of the photographs. Small world indeed.

Funny little Vandy. Corn-fed girls? Really tall; short skirts.
Sorry, don't follow ncaa basketball.

Bought Vandy stuff for my sister. Medium t-shirt is smaller than size 4T and 4-5 for my neice.

Kicked out of Chemistry Lab. Just looking around, geesh.

What the...? Nobodaddy and the fallen angel sabotage Jack (humanity) with industrialist card (modernization) and flying pumpkins. Reflection on modern world greed and materialism. Don't understand. I'm going back in the rain.

I love the sound. Music City lives up to its name. Nevertheless, spent the last night wearing a fake cowboy hat. Had enough of tourist trap and semi tourist trap. Ready to go home. The girls already left the day before.

After apple juice, came back home. It's hot again.