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Day #10:Nashville
Back in September I came to Nashville for the first time, and I loved the city. So being that I got the chance to come back for a second time, I was ecstatic. I don’t even like country music that much, but something about the city just intrigues me. Whether it be the joyous spirits of every musician on each street corner, the abundance of people packing in to each bar to listen to what band was playing, or the non stop music no matter which way you turn.
Our day started with some of the best pancakes I have ever had, no joke. I ordered the swiss chocolate chip pancakes, and whoa, they were amazing. In the process of enjoying my breakfast, I experienced my first celebrity (or I guess you could consider him that) sighting. Dude’s name is M.J., and he was on the Philadelphia season of the hit MTV show, the Real World. I never really watched the show that much, but I do remember him somehow. My first reaction to seeing him, was to tell the girls thinking they’d freak that he was there. Oddly enough, only Mehleena knew what I was talking about. After we were done eating, some of the girls went over to talk to him, and found out that he wasn’t a jerk like we had predicted. I was pretty surprised.
Soon after, Michael, Kelton, Brandon, and I ventured off to go find a story. It took us a few tries, but we finally found an interesting story that needed to be told. I don’t want to get into depth what the story was about, because you can easily go watch it at www.htvmagazine.com.
After about a two hour shoot, we me up with the rest of the gang, and boarded the motor-coach, headed for Opryland. Back in September when I came to Nashville for the first time, I had gone to the Grand Ole Opry, so I didn’t feel like spending forty dollars to go this time.
Finally we arrived, the guys split from the girls, and started touring the mall, looking for anything to occupy our time. There was rumor of some of the group going to see the movie, Watchmen, but being that I am not 17 years-old, it wasn’t an option for me.
So Michael, Kelton, and I walked around, going from sports store to sports store, obnoxiously asking if they carried Missouri merchandise. We did this because the previous night, Missouri celebrated a 102-91 victory over Memphis. Every store we asked looked at us like we were from another planet, we informed them that their judgement was wrong, we were from Missouri.
Once we were tired of walking, we started on the journey of looking for a place to sit, and watch the night’s NCAA tournament basketball games.
Our first stop, Dave and Busters. I guess at this certain restaurant, you have to be 18, unless accompanied by an adult. How lame is that? It’s not like we’re going to drink alcohol or anything. We just wanted to watch the game. So that plan was shot down, but before we left, something very interesting happened. Waiters and waitresses were coming up to us all night asking if we had been served yet and we kept informing that we had. Well there was one waitress that came up, but didn’t ask us the same question. She had something in her hand, and gave it to michael. Before she walked away she said, “this isn’t from me, but here you go.” Michael looked at it, and it was a sugar packet with the words, “hey cutie” on it. I lost it. Never in my life have I witnessed something of its type.
A little bit later, our journey finally ended at TGI Fridays. I was still a little stuffed from the pancakes earlier that morning, but a basketball game is always made better with food. The games started and they were pretty much blowouts. So most of my night’s entertainment was made up from talk from Michael and Kelton.
After the games were over, we started heading toward the bus. When everyone else boarded, we finally took off, headed for home sweet home.
I have one more blog to write, so stay tuned.
