Quick Update and Pan Handlers
So, Melissa and I got back from Nashville safe and sound. We had a pretty good time though, even though Nashville isn’t really “our” city. But it was a nice change of pace, a lil’ slower and relaxing. So, I’m getting ready for work tomorrow and having to get there at 9am ’cause Travis loved enough to schedule an appointment at 9am for me. Thank you!!
Friday was a crazy experience for Melissa and I. For supper we decided to go to this neat restaurant called “The Mad Platter” in Nashville while we were vacationing. Well, it said that it was on 6th Ave and we knew where the street was, no big deal, we’ll be able to find it. Ohhhh, how wrong we were. So, we found 6th Ave, but it was a one way street going the wrong way that we needed it to go. So, we figured, no big deal, we’ll take 5th or 7th and drive parallel and then just swing around and bam. No…we were denied. We went on 5th street and tried to go down and then hit this weird ass looping street that of course had 5th, 7th, and 8th AVE…but 6th was no where to be found. So, we swung around again, continued on 5th a bit further and went down again to find 6th. Well, in this instance, 6th AVE wasn’t labeled. Hot damn. So, we had to swing around once or twice more and we finially found it. So, we got to “The Mad Platter” and it was in the “Germantown” area of Nashville. Now, in Columbus and Dayton, OH, the Germantown area is older but more upscale and what not, so I assumed this was the type of area that we were going to. Again, denied. The part of town looked pretty run down and, well, we were the only white people in the area. And they didn’t look all that inviting when they saw us. And, a real kick in the nuts…the place didn’t even open until 5:30 and we got there around 5 (6 our time). *sighs*. So, all of that craziness for nothing. So, we went back to the down town area and bitchslapped people for parking. I finially found parking and we walked several blocks to the Hard Rock Cafe. So, after having a kick ass supper with shitty service (the server apparently thought that, after taking our plates, it wasn’t necessary to give us a bill *sighs*), we walked back down another road to where we were parked, which was 2nd AVE. Well, apparently that road was pretty hot for pan handlers/homeless. Freaking sweet. So, we were walking and this pan handler held his cup up to this one guy and the guy was being kind of a dick and said “oh, no thank you, I don’t want your change. It looks like you could use it more then myself.” and walked away. *rolls eyes*. So, we walked by this other guy, he looked only a couple of years older then myself and, well, hot (in a blue collar type of way…). And, he held out his cup and said the following, and I quote, “Can you spare some change so that I can stop shaking this fucking cup and get myself a beer?” I nearly stopped ’cause I was so stunned by the guy’s…honesty. I told him I didn’t have any change on me (didn’t have any…lucky I had some cash on me!!) and we kept on walking. After we got out of earshot I started laughing like a ninny. I mean…how freaking hot *and* honest is that?!
Oh yea, and it was freaking pouring both times we were walking. Lucky Mike loved me one time and left his umbrella in my car or, well, I would have been doing my version of a wet t-shirt contest down in Nashville. And, shamefully, I would have been getting all of the nickels and dimes instead of the homeless. ‘Cause people would be throwing their spare change at me instead of them ’cause of my hottness. Yea, that’s right, not to put on dry clothes so that my nipples and Buddha Belly are not sticking out. My Hottness, Damn It.
We then went to a gay bar called The Chute . It actually was a pretty decent bar. Good atmosphere, hot guys, good music…however, hardly anyone was dancing except for the hunky guy prolly tripping on X. But, I got hit on a couple of times while waiting in line for the bathroom. I know, I know…it’s really hard to believe…a line for the men’s restroom?! What, did you think I was gonna say that it was hard to believe that people were hitting on me? Bastards, all of you! But, anyways, it was a good time even though we didn’t drink ’cause I drove down there. Apparently Melissa felt pitty on me and didn’t drink in front of me. hehe.
Saturday was pretty relaxing though. We lounged around and watched “The Simple Life” which was pretty hysterical. I mean…wow. Surely their stupidity is actually written in the script. ‘Cause, if they really are that stupid…well, that’s hot. And, by they, I mean Nicole Richie and Paris Hilton. That’s Hot. After watching that for 3 hours we decided to do a wee bit of shopping and then eat, which was fun fun. We then went back to the condo and drank a wee bit and then called it a night after straightening up for the night so that we wouldn’t have to get up so early the next day to clean up prior to us leaving.
This morning we got up at 7:45, got around, and left the condo around 10am. After a 30 minute stop at the Waffle House (FYI, the place kicks ass, but every one I’ve ever been to, the service totally sucks. Again, really quick about getting us the food, but I’ll be damned if I can get a fucking bill or a refill on my ice tea), we get home around 4:30. And, well, that’s thanks to me driving 80 the whole way back home (except of course construction…i moved it down to 70 in the 55 zone. Didn’t wanna get cited for reckless op *grins*). But, we made it back in one piece with really no crazy incidents minus the curb that jumped in front of me on our way there. Bastard curbs…
But, it’s midnight and I must be getting off of here so that I can take Zoie outside yet again (by the way, she was totally psyched about me coming home…did a lil’ dance for me and everything) and then get both of us to bed. All of this driving has me damned beat. And, this quick update has turned into a small novel…but, at least it was interesting!
