Reporting to you live from Nashville, TN...
So far so good. These people eat avacado popsicles. I know, figure that one out.
This has to be the friendliest city I've ever visited. We took a stroll around during the country music festival last night and the town was an absolute sea of people. My buddy assumed his street roll as Angus White and played a song for anyone who'd listen, singing lyrics like "Where did all these women come from? What am I supposed to do about them?" And he ain't lyin'. This town is literally bursting at the seams with beautiful girls.
It seems the trip has taken a strange turn down a slightly shamanistic path. We have taken to smoking as an art form versus a mere habit. Our hookah treat last night was rich with flavors of butterscotch and a combination of mint rose. A pleasent experience indeed. We also managed to get our hands on some high quality and ultra mellow hash. Many an interesting conversation has been had while under the influence of this finest of procurements. On top of this, we also have a selection of premium cigars ready and waiting in a case that looks like it could survive a nuclear detonation if had to. As if that weren't enough, a pack of cigarettes can be obtained for $2.89. For those of you outside of Michigan, I normally pay around $5.50 for a pack, sometimes, if I have a spare, exchanging a kidney for a carton.
We woke early this morning and caught the Eng/Par match at an Irish pub. Mind you, an Irish Pub with actual Irish people in it. I cannot think of a better way to witness the excitement that is The World Cup than over a potato-ridden breakfast surrounded by a bunch of cheering accented voices.
Ahh...do I really have to go back to Michigan on Monday?
So far so good. These people eat avacado popsicles. I know, figure that one out.
This has to be the friendliest city I've ever visited. We took a stroll around during the country music festival last night and the town was an absolute sea of people. My buddy assumed his street roll as Angus White and played a song for anyone who'd listen, singing lyrics like "Where did all these women come from? What am I supposed to do about them?" And he ain't lyin'. This town is literally bursting at the seams with beautiful girls.
It seems the trip has taken a strange turn down a slightly shamanistic path. We have taken to smoking as an art form versus a mere habit. Our hookah treat last night was rich with flavors of butterscotch and a combination of mint rose. A pleasent experience indeed. We also managed to get our hands on some high quality and ultra mellow hash. Many an interesting conversation has been had while under the influence of this finest of procurements. On top of this, we also have a selection of premium cigars ready and waiting in a case that looks like it could survive a nuclear detonation if had to. As if that weren't enough, a pack of cigarettes can be obtained for $2.89. For those of you outside of Michigan, I normally pay around $5.50 for a pack, sometimes, if I have a spare, exchanging a kidney for a carton.
We woke early this morning and caught the Eng/Par match at an Irish pub. Mind you, an Irish Pub with actual Irish people in it. I cannot think of a better way to witness the excitement that is The World Cup than over a potato-ridden breakfast surrounded by a bunch of cheering accented voices.
Ahh...do I really have to go back to Michigan on Monday?