Facebook post July 9, 2012. Okay. So I've maybe seen better days. I've spent the afternoon in Nashville making things happen. I started out with a cup of java that I spilled on me person. Fortunately I had a semi-wadded up shirt in the back seat that had a tolerable amount of dog hair on it. I used a pad of sticky Post-It-Notes to get what I could off. It didn't really do the trick, however, and I had to wear a sport coat all afternoon -- it's not exactly sport coat weather. I then spent some time with the Fabulous (capital F) publisher/editor of Nashville Lifestyles Stacie Standifer. We updated about moving and shaking in the Music City. (I don't think she suspected the coffee spill or the slightly dog-hair-infested shirt or she never would have entertained my mover/shaker update). After some serious project review with Stacie, I next talked myself out of a ticket going down a one-way ally somewhere in downtown Nashville near a White Castle (sad, I know, that WC is my marker -- but I'm a chill-billy, remember) -- the Kentucky tags helped me out of the ticket; the California driver's license I suspect helped more (I know, I gotta fix that). Actually, I guess the day was turning out pretty good considering the coffee incident and the almost-ticket. But the really great part of the day was seeing some entourage of busses with what I'm sure was a collage of fancy music people (it sorta rekindled memories of LA, like when I saw Madonna yelling at a parking attendant because he couldn't get the garage gate arm to lift). Point is, I went into what I call corner-gawk-mode--you know where you look out of the corner of the eye, trying desperately not to move your head so nobody knows you are pathetically and unnaturally looking to catch a glimpse of the goings on--often times based around a celebrity, or somebody who has toilet paper trailing from their pants. Actually, most people go into corner-gawk-mode when they're driving past a highway accident, or when a friend gets pulled over. It's a horrible thing, but what normal person can't confess to that? Anyway, the brief gawking gave me no clues. I have opted to believe that Nashville Queen Dolly Parton was in one of the busses giving voice lessons to an up-and-comer starlet. The other bus probably included her clothes, wigs, nail polish, etc. (Dolly's, not the starlet's.) The third bus I imagine was full of fans who each won a ticket by singing a verse of a Dolly song on a radio station morning show (don't laugh; I've planned those promotions). Dolly or not, it was the perfect finale to what ended up being not so bad of a day in Nashville! You should visit this fabulous city…it's colorful and high-spirited, and the cops are pretty darn nice to Kentuckians! I'm headed home now! :) kg
Facebook post July 9, 2012. Okay. So I've maybe seen better days. I've spent the afternoon in Nashville making things happen. I started out with a cup of java that I spilled on me person. Fortunately I had a semi-wadded up shirt in the back seat that had a tolerable amount of dog hair on it. I used a pad of sticky Post-It-Notes to get what I could off. It didn't really do the trick, however, and I had to wear a sport coat all afternoon -- it's not exactly sport coat weather. I then spent some time with the Fabulous (capital F) publisher/editor of Nashville Lifestyles Stacie Standifer. We updated about moving and shaking in the Music City. (I don't think she suspected the coffee spill or the slightly dog-hair-infested shirt or she never would have entertained my mover/shaker update). After some serious project review with Stacie, I next talked myself out of a ticket going down a one-way ally somewhere in downtown Nashville near a White Castle (sad, I know, that WC is my marker -- but I'm a chill-billy, remember) -- the Kentucky tags helped me out of the ticket; the California driver's license I suspect helped more (I know, I gotta fix that). Actually, I guess the day was turning out pretty good considering the coffee incident and the almost-ticket. But the really great part of the day was seeing some entourage of busses with what I'm sure was a collage of fancy music people (it sorta rekindled memories of LA, like when I saw Madonna yelling at a parking attendant because he couldn't get the garage gate arm to lift). Point is, I went into what I call corner-gawk-mode--you know where you look out of the corner of the eye, trying desperately not to move your head so nobody knows you are pathetically and unnaturally looking to catch a glimpse of the goings on--often times based around a celebrity, or somebody who has toilet paper trailing from their pants. Actually, most people go into corner-gawk-mode when they're driving past a highway accident, or when a friend gets pulled over. It's a horrible thing, but what normal person can't confess to that? Anyway, the brief gawking gave me no clues. I have opted to believe that Nashville Queen Dolly Parton was in one of the busses giving voice lessons to an up-and-comer starlet. The other bus probably included her clothes, wigs, nail polish, etc. (Dolly's, not the starlet's.) The third bus I imagine was full of fans who each won a ticket by singing a verse of a Dolly song on a radio station morning show (don't laugh; I've planned those promotions). Dolly or not, it was the perfect finale to what ended up being not so bad of a day in Nashville! You should visit this fabulous city…it's colorful and high-spirited, and the cops are pretty darn nice to Kentuckians! I'm headed home now! :) kg
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