So this weekend I had a very classy Nashville weekend...something I don't see many of. Not that I necessarily have trashy weekends, but when the place I frequent in downtown Nashville is called Paradise Park Trailer Park Resort...well, you get the idea.
There are few things I like more in this world than dancing. Which is weird, because my love of dancing is pretty newly developed. I remember my senior prom I only danced slow songs with my date (obviously making room for the Holy Spirit with all of the space between us). I also woke up the next morning because my arms were sore from stretching to reach his shoulders...he was 6'5"! I also wasn't a big dancer in college because I didn't really go out that much. I had a couple of Tin Roof (Tween Roof) nights, but for the most part, I was either with my boyfriend or with his friends. Four guys in the same fraternity dated me and three other girls from my sorority, so we hung out a lot. And our idea of fun was to shoot water balloons at people. Such rebels.
Grad school did not leave much time for dancing since I was too busy being miserable and wondering what the hell I was doing with my life. No, my love of dancing just surfaced about a year ago when I stopped being so damn uptight and just let loose and have fun. Am I a great dancer? Probably not. But give me a good song, my friends, and a fog machine, and I'm a happy girl. The fog machine at Rick's in Key West is one of my top five things ever. When it wasn't working the last night we were there I was highly disappointed and immediately said we had to leave. That's how much I loved that fog machine.
Friday night was all about the 90s. I went to hear My So Called Band, a great 90s cover band. There was moderate dancing there...too many slow 90s songs were played, so my group of girls went to South, the dance bar on Demonbreun. Any time a boyband mashup with Ke$ha is played, I am a happy girl.
But Saturday night was the best. My friend C's brother and sister in law were in town visiting from New York and we wanted to take them out on the town, Nashville style. We started at Desano's which is an amazing pizza place that I recomment to anyone. The staff if super friendly and the pizza is super fast. I also got to show off my tattoo to my friends for the first time, which led to me lifting up the side of my shirt probably too many times in public. But, I'm proud of the thing, so I want to show it off. I also shared on of my favorite stories of my life, which I will share with you now.
A couple of years ago a good friend set me up on a blind date. I hadn't been out on a date in forever and for some reason agreed to participate in the blind date. I figured, I love my friend, so surely she'll pick a good one. Right? Um, wrong. So wrong. He was awful. Don't get me wrong, he was very good looking. But he could not carry on a conversation and didn't laugh at my jokes, which is an immediate deal breaker. So then, he takes me to Zanies after dinner. And they sit us on the front row. I know we're going to get made fun of. So sure enough, the comedian (?) comes out and spots us. It's obvious we're on a date and it's obvious it's not going super well. Cue the following exchange:
Comedian: So, you guys here on a date?
Date: Um...............................................(awkwardly long pause) yes.
Comedian: Is it your first one?
Date: Um...............................................(awkwardly long pause) yes.
Comedian: (to me) So you haven't had sex yet, right?
Me: Actually we fucked in the car in the parking lot before we came in.
Obviously we did not, but I wanted to comedian to leave us alone. The audience died laughing and the comedian didn't really know what to say, but he left us alone. My date then turns to me and says, "I can't believe you said the 'f' word." If you're 30, and you still call it the 'f' word, then more than likely you are never going to get f'ed.
After the pizza place we head to the Big Bang, Nashville's dueling piano bar. We wanted to make sure C's sister in law had fun and thought this would be the place she'd enjoy the most. And boy, was it. Our group was the perfect size. Everyone was dancing with eachother and being silly. And the music was great. I mean, Bon Jovi was played. Can't ask for much more than boy bands and Ke$ha one night and Bon Jovi the next. Both nights were after 2 a.m. nights and my cat was super pissed at me each night when I got home so late. And I didn't smell like an ashtray like I usually do after coming home from the bars, so that was a double bonus.
I'm glad I'm off from work today after such a fun weekend. I'm currently, however, doing something not very smart, by looking at Pinterest and planning my grocery list when I haven't eaten in over 24 hours. I will be amazed if I exit Kroger for less than $100.
Happy President's Day dear readers! Make sure to pour a little out for Washisngton!
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