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BFTB tour: Nashville

I took the ‘Bout-Fucking-Time Bash tour* down to Nashville, TN this weekend to visit my Bro-Bro.  Bro-Bro (for those of you who do NOT live in my head) is my little brother (who, incidentally, has been bigger than me for most of my life).  I must say that Nashville is a great city.  Bro-Bro has fallen in love with it in the same way that I fell in love with Louisville.

Bro-Bro is apartment/dog/cat sitting for some friends who live in an apartment smack in the middle of downtown.  Seriously, the red neon of the Printer’s Alley sign has burned a permanent image of the sign in to my eyelids.  I arrived right in the middle of the CMA fanfest.  Now I, not being a fan of country adult contemporary with a twang was nonplussed by the weekend’s soundtrack and was not endeared to the musical genre by the…erm…colorful and surging population of rural ex-pats.  That aside, Bro-Bro did not disappoint (is the’Bro-Bro’ thing getting to you yet? ok, his name is David)

The highlight of the weekend was certainly seeing David who had to spend a lot of time taking care of two adorable pups named Ollie and Murphy - collectively known as the Dandermuffins.

We ate and drank a lot.  That bears repeating.  We ate and drank a lot.  Dave has some great friends who introduced me to the bubbling Nashville art scene when we attended the opening of the Rymer gallery.  It is a very impressive space which has managed to find some extraordinary talent to help adorn their walls.

I didn’t take many pictures, as I constantly forgot the camera, but I did snap a few of the Parthenon.  I really wanted to see this structure and the statue of Athena and Nike inside.  I was duly impressed.

That’s my homegirl right there.

Since I’ve been in school for so long, I’ve promised my perplexed relatives and friends that I would pay them a visit when I graduated, no matter where they lived.  Well, it’s about time, innit?