pb reminded me that things happen in 3's. so if we count our trip to jamaica, we are done. if not, i am considering not leaving floyd county ever again. we had a great time in nashville over new year's weekend but the actual new year's eve part was another "this wasn't what i planned or expected" part of a trip. and let me preface once again with the fact that we had a wonderful weekend, loved being with liz, loved seeing nashville again, loved shopping, loved dinner saturday night but did not love the ending to our friday night. we went to see old crow medicine show, which was a-mazing, but we didn't know about the monsoon that was to hit nashville or the lack of cabs after midnight on new year's eve. i don't know what i think armageddon will look like, but this could be close...on a much smaller scale. i would hate to compare what we experienced to hurricane katrina...because i know that was devastating on a tremendously larger scale. but when you are in the middle of a monsoon, can't get a cab, people are walking around drunk and delirious, hotels are booked, and there is no end in sight, you think you are in a natural disaster. i don't think i have ever seen so many drenched dresses and painful looking high heels, more runny mascara, or more defeated, disappointed and apologetic boys as we did on friday night. girls were stumbling around bleary-eyed and barefoot while their dates tried desperately to salvage what was left of new year's eve and flag down a cab. we were all stone cold sober and could easily have gotten ourselves home if we had driven a car downtown. but we tried to do the responsible thing when the night started and call a cab...just in case. the cab there was no problem. in fact, our cabbie, wyatt, promised he would come back downtown and get us later that night. somehow he never made it back. pb and friend valiantly stood in the sideways blowing rain sans rain jackets and tried to hale a ride for us for over and hour. and by this point, all beer and wine were clearly out of our systems so none of this was humorous. i kept thinking i should take some pictures of the total debacle before us. pb and liz kept saying what a great story this would make. if i had known for sure that we were not going to be spending the night in the hotel doorway, i would have laughed and taken more notes on it all.
we had big plans to go to the honky tonks before the downpour changed everything. we tried to go after dinner and before the concert but the line to every one of them was way too long. the last time i was in nashville was 5 years ago and the only way my friend and i got past the long line of people was to smile at the guy guarding the back door...and tell him we were carrie underwood's stylists and that we had to get in the place because she was supposed to be coming later on that night. it worked. somehow the chances of that working again seemed slim to none so we didn't try. we missed the honky tonks but got to see old crow medicine show at the ryman. both of these are highly recommended. they put on the best show. the talent that they play all of those instruments with is a sight to see. and the ryman...best venue ever. we don't think we can ever go to a concert that is any larger than this again. it was so intimate and relaxing...like spending new year's with your dearest friends. so this part was a perfect evening. if we could have gotten in our car after the show that would have completed it. but the rain came, the cabs didn't, and now we have another story to tell.
we endured the rain, stumbling people, yelling and crying girls, a homeless drunk and several other sights of interest until about 3:30 in the morning. our last ditch effort was pb and our other friend offering the completely confused papa john's guy a pretty sum of cash to drive us home. i really thought we might get mugged or jumped as we dashed out of the hotel doorway for his car. we were getting away and no one else had a prayer at this point. somehow we made it home. i had my eyes closed for most of the way. pb kept saying that this would be funny tomorrow.
so saturday pb and friend watched football and recovered. liz and i went shopping. we hit everything from whole foods to sephora. we all went to dinner saturday night at a new favorite restaurant to add to our list, whiskey kitchen. liz an i had read about it and it was a recommendation from our friend, gwyneth, when she was in nashville filming her last movie. i was dying to try it. the wait was supposedly 2 1/2 hours when we got there. but after the wait in sorority and fraternity hell the night before, this one didn't seem too bad. so we ordered the best drinks at the bar (muddled apples, cinnamon and fresh cherries with simple syrup and old forester bourbon) and went outside to a covered patio with a fire to wait. the wait was as much fun as the dinner. staying true to form, our creative juices started flowing by the fire. we have some new artistic concepts to explore this summer...so stay tuned. our food was incredible and we left there saying how we would all go again in a heartbeat. great brick oven pizzas, chipotle salsa, beer battered fish tacos and shrimp and grits. that it what each of us tried. the menu goes on and on and is described as southern chic at affordable prices.
pb says i forgot to mention that the ride to nashville on friday was delightful. we had entertaining company in the car with us and we got to stop at big daddy's outside of monteagle.
so i leave you with a few of my finds from the weekend in nash vegas. and hopes that all of those poor girls we saw on friday night made it home ok.
1. mrs. meyer's geranium kitchen spray. found this at whole foods. smells delicious but dangerous because now i am spraying the counter even more...
2. gin and rosewater no. 12. a scent by tokyomilk. it is a blend of citrus zest, rosewood, mimosa and mandarin. it really is intoxicating. liz got it and i made her take me back to get it after i couldn't quit smelling my wrist. found this at the cosmetic market. visit this store if you can.
3. the new-fashioned at whiskey kitchen. a drink worth savoring. the muddled fruit and cinnamon are indescribable.
4. old crow medicine show. download them. go see them if you can. wagon wheel is still my favorite tune. makes you want to dance.
5. anthropologie. i have been to this store so many times but really enjoyed this one in nashville. it was a large free-standing one and we spent over an hour looking at all of the home things and books.
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