Current mood:
chipper
For the Kentucky game weekend I decided that instead of going to the game I would accompany my roommate chad to Nashville where his family lives. Sounds fun right... WELL IT WAS. I'll skip the drive because most of it was pretty boring... just driving. Except for some of the scenery just outside of Nashville's city limits. Surrounding the city are some EXTREMELY nice subdivisions for millionares. The Governors Club would be the prime example. If you ever get a chance to go by there you should... It's rediculous... the smallest house is $1 million.chipperWe get to Chad's house to unpack and meet the folks. I've already met them, but John G. hadn't so we did the rounds. While unpacking i noticed that someone had the sprinkler on in there front yard.. and being the quick thinker I was (along with knowing I can convince John to do pretty much anything) I told John I would give him two bucks to go run in the water. (Note: It was pretty cold out that night. Definitely not a good night for running around in sprinklers by any means) Chad matched the offer and John proceeded to fulfill our wishes. The downside is that he seemed to enjoyed it and then decided he wouldnt take our small monetary offering, which made all the effort I had put into it not worth it. I can't enjoy the repercussions of someones bad choice if they enjoy it! Come on... be disappointed in yourself or something so I can feel better. Anyway, We ate, we slept.. end of day.
Saturday was the high note of this trip. Breakfast and then off to a local golf course. It had been a while since any of us had played golf.. (a month or 2 for me and chad... and like a year or so for john) so we decided to make it interesting by placing a bet on each hole.... 50 cents with a 2 dollar course cap... b/c we are broke/cheap bastards. Even with such a low wager... It still made it more exciting. I ended up beating chad the first three... perhaps 4 holes by parring each (chad went +1) Though John wasn't in on this wager he was doing fairly well for someone who hasn't played in a while... and improved on almost every hole. I'm not going to go through the rest of the golf game... but I just wanted to brag a bit about my good starting performance. I only ended up winning $1.50...
The Night:
I didn't really have all that high an expectation for the night... probably b/c we started off by going to mass. Yep... church before bars. Gotta have your priorities straight. Post mass, we got to walk around Vanderbilt's campus, and what I thought would be a great campus turned out to be a blip on the radar with mediocre facilities. Not impressed. There was however a nice mexican restraunt just off campus. it was like TexMex or something that rhymed.. like chocotaco(which I know is some dessert item). Anyway.. you ordered your food by filling out what looked to be a voter ballot or a survey. I kinda liked it. It saved time in the line... only those who already knew what they wanted could order... so you didn't get stuck behind some girl who couldn't make up her mind on whether or not she wants sour cream on her burrito b/c that might make it tip the calorie scales or some stupid shit like that. I got 2 soft tacos and a burrito along with a couple beers. Good stuff... yet my heart yearned for more alcohol. We left the vandy area and headed for the bar scene. (I'm skipping the part about us stopping at a comic book/ record album store... b/c it doesn't make me look very cool... I DIDNT BUY COMICS... lets just make that clear... I looked at them for the purpose of reliving my early childhood. I did however consider buying a Flatt & Scruggs vinyl... WAIT A SECOND... i thought i was skipping this... moving on)
One of the first things we did when we got downtown was have Chad call his old employer; Some big shot lawyer. Usually, I would call any lawyer a big shot to mock them... but this guy was the real deal. Straight ballin'. We got in touch with him and he invited us to this private club on the 19th'ish (cant remember) floor. This place is probably one of the nicer establishments I have been to. One where there are no prices listed on the menu. Check this place out: http://www.nashvillecity.com/index.htm (Busted Link)
We get up there (we are all wearing jeans and polos, which I thought would make it obvious that we didnt belong) and find him at the bar. "Wiggle-bush!" is the first thing out of his mouth. He sounded like he was a mix of cajun and constipated. What made it more humorous is that Chad's last name isn't wigglebush... its wilgenbush. Whatever though... it was funny. This guy immediately takes a liking to us and starts getting us drinks at the bar. Thank God I wasn't paying for drinks here... b/c they were probably expensive as hell... OH WELL... I had a shot of whiskey and like 5 or 6 rum and cokes. John had about the same minus the whiskey. JACKPOT... zero dollars. We ended up there with a great view of the sky-line and a couple big screen tv's with the VT v UM and Vandy v UF games on, for a couple hours. Once we got Tim Miles (the lawyer aka Tim Meadows, Les Miles, Miles Davis & Issac Bruce.... I got really drunk and started calling him different things) really drunk we took off downtown. There were alot of strippers walking the street handing out "free entrance" passes. I kept 2 just for the story... *wink. The first bar we get to Tim goes straight to the bar and orders all of us plus all the other girls at the bar a beer and jager shots. This guy threw money around like I throw toilet paper at Toomer's Corner after winning the Iron bowl. "You're hot... I'm a lawyer" was his quote de jour. Unfortunately for him it didnt grab much attention.
Due to inebriation... time jumps a bit in the story. We end up going to Coyote Ugly's... which had just opened up in nashville. IT SUCKED!!!! the guy checking ID's was a jerk (and put me in a bad mood for the remainder of the night... I should have just decked his ass) the bartender chicks were pushy (trying to get tips) and overweight ... and those choreographed dance sequences were nonexistant. I rate it an F. We didn't stay there long because John was pretty pissed off at the situaion as well. At this point in the night we had lost Tim, the lawyer... he was a wandering drunk... and had dissappeared on us. It was time for food. Chad, being the great sober driver he is, took us to 'Steak and Shake'. I can't remember all that I got to eat.. but I know i had cheese fries and a strawberry milkshake. The cashier guy was a jerk too... so I signed my reciept "fck you". I found it incredibly clever at the time.. and we all got a good laugh out of it outside.That pretty much ended the night for me... b/c I passed out.
Thanks to:
Chad for driving
Chad's parents for putting us up
Tim for buying at least $200 in alcohol for me
John for remembering the majority of my drunk dial to Sarah Burkart
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