Thursday, October 6, 2016

Hello, Nashville...




We're not friends.

No, really. I'm serious. We're not friends, and I'm not impressed. You're like that girl in high school that everyone says is awesome and so popular, and I just don't get it I don't see what they see. So, for now, and I'm just being authentic here... We're not friends.

I promise, I'll try. And, honestly, I haven't given you a fair shot since I've never crossed into the Nashville city limits...I will. I promise. But south Nashville...sigh. It's just ok. There's nothing grandiose or amazing. Parts are pretty. I see that. But mostly, I think you might be full of hype. Which is funny because everyone I tell says, "oh, I LOVE Nashville!!" Or they at least know "someone who lives there" and they "love it." What? What is it they love?

I'm going to pretend I like you for now. LIKE YOU. Like I like eggs. They're good for me. I crave them sometimes. But mostly, they require some serious accoutrements to make them palatable anytime before 1am at a Waffle House after one too many drinks. And even then, I'm there for the hashbrowns... Scattered, smothered, and covered.  

Just so we're clear... We're not friends.


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