7/10-7/11 Nashville

A disclaimer: I took a bunch of shithead pictures in Nashville. I mean, they're dumpy. I used to think I could take good photos. And then I got to Nashville and realized what a dickhead I am..

That said, we left the Smoky Mountains, Samantha was all smiles..

And we saw some cool stuff on the drive, such as this nondescript phallic tower:
And this hill:
Three hours later, we got to Nashville, at which point I took a shitty picture of the approach to the town:
But the sky looked neat:
Anyway, we checked into the worst motel in the best ghetto ever: the Econolodge which was flanked by a Taco Bell and had attached to it The Broken Spoke Saloon:

Which certainly seemed broken as it was boarded up for the entirety of our visit:
It promised Country Music, but they were fucking lying:
But whatever, it was a bed, it was fine:
That in mind, we immediately got a cab and went downtown to the Beer Sellar:


Where we met Kevin and Leslie, who were fucking awesome and wrote on bar napkins the places to go in both Nashville and New Orleans.. they were cool as shit:


They recommended Layla's, which was phenomenal:



Evidently Hank Williams frequented the joint back in the day:

So then we went to Tootsie's, which is apparently Nashville-renowned. It was a shitshow. This broad was singing Sweet Child O' Mine on stage and these old ass women were just climbing up and standing there. It was awkward.

So the guy in the blue shirt below.. oh the mustachioed guy in the blue shirt.. he was loving it. He later participated in a circle dance, within which he was the centerpiece. Unfortunately I hadn't the opportunity to catch it on film, but you get the idea:


Anyone who knows about Dad at the five-one-five will understand this tale.. Dad seems to be following us across country. The first sighting was in Nashville.. Dad??

At the recommendation of Kevin and Leslie, we headed to the Hillsboro neighborhood of Nashville, where we ate at:

And I had a tremendous omelet:

While this bird watched:
And then it started pouring, so there are no photos, but later we headed downtown again..
Apparently Nashville used to be a big printing town, and Printer's Alley is a place where the printers would go to get drunk and fuck hookers:


And, to conclude Nashville, the shittiest pictures I've ever taken:





Oh, but we grabbed the skyline on the way out: