Weekend Escape to the Music City (Part 1)

I remember a few months ago. I was feeling the same way I felt last week. I just wanted to get the hell out of Memphis and get away from everyone and everything. I just wanted to hop into my car and drive. It didn't matter where I would end up. I just wanted to go. So after making the drunk declaration last Saturday that I was going to Nashville. Fuck it, I was going. I didn't really give Brad much time to prepare for my arrival, but I packed my stuff and left right after work on Friday.

I've never driven anywhere by myself. Probably the furthest was to Tunica. So I believe it was the first hour into my trip when I realized that I was really enjoying being by myself and that the drive wouldn't be so bad. Of course, that was two seconds before the car in front of me hit its breaks unexpectedly. I had to slam on my breaks which caused the 18-wheeler behind me to slam on its breaks. Apparently its driver didn't like the fact that I didn't want to run into the very expensive looking Lexus in front of me and let me know by blasting his horn. I in turn opened my back window, flipped him off and told him to go fuck himself .

After that little incident, everything was going fine. Until I was 80 miles from Nashville when traffic began to slow and came to a full stop. I had a feeling I would be there a while when I saw some guys get out of a car and start throwing a football. Mandi informed me with a text that 2 miles up the road a truck was on fire. There honestly was nothing positive to say about sitting on 40 for an hour except I got to see the sunset over the TN river.



Eventually we started to move again, and I passed the 18-wheeler that was on fire. I tried to take a good picture of it. I figured I deserved at least one after the inconvenience it caused me. However the flash went off, ruining the picture and surprising the dozen fire fighters standing next to the truck. It still looks kind of cool.



I continued onward to Nashville with no further delays. I used my final cell phone minutes of the month talking to Brad after "WE" were unable to decipher the alternate directions he gave me. Luckily Tom Tom was able to hope online and get me safely to his place. I dropped off my stuff and we went to the 3 Crow Bar for dinner and drinks. After a good amount of beers, Brad, Katie and I went back to their place and for whatever reason (I don't remember exactly how it came up) Brad and I started to talk about hooking me up with Katie's best friend. While drinking two big bottles of Maredsous, Brad decided to text her friend to inform her I was in town.

These are the following text messages: I had no input in any of these messages by the way. Well, maybe some of the first.

"Dear Barbara, My kosher friend would like 2 engage U N relations. Has truck. Will travel. Ignore bf buying house. A night you will never 4get." No response

(She apparently is afraid of handicapped people..How this came up? I have no idea)..shortly after the first text, he wrote.

"Adam will euthanize crippled ppl 4 U" - For the record, I only euthanize handicapped people for large bags of combos (pizza flavor prefered) and 20 oz. bottles of Code Red.

After both bottles of beer were gone. Brad wrestled with Katie. They both somehow ended up in the bathroom. I was sitting on the couch wondering what exactly was going on, and probably 5 minutes after they ended up in there he sent her this.
"Adam's balls r smooth as eggs." How he knew...I will never know.

That was around 2am. I passed out shortly after.
That ended Friday.