What had started out to be a long annoying Sunday, turned out to be pretty great. Andrew and I had been doing a lot of picking lately. This week we headed up to his parent’s farmhouse to play out in the barn, (seriously) because we could be as loud as we want, as late as we want. So, with a guitar, a banjo, and a Mason jar of moonshine we headed out after some gas station fried chicken, it was one of those Southern Nights Glen Campbell sang about. We played music, wrote, music, it was a good time. Saturday night I headed to church to watch their annual Christmas play, which was pretty good, there are a lot of talented musicians at this church, as I’m sure there are at a lot of churches around here. I was invited to a dance party after, and decided to check it out. To be quite honest, I thought it was pretty lame at first; I had not been to a party like this, without any kind of booze in a long time. But after hanging out for a while, I actually had a good time with some new friends, and no one threw up or got stupid, and there was no hang over!
However, the next morning wasn’t all that great. I got home about mid-night. Went to bed and all seemed like Saturday was pretty much over. Until about 4:30AM, my roommates started, their party, loud music, constant shots, yelling, a lot of different voices, good morning… They never stopped the party, I got up at 7:00 and got ready for church, went to Starbucks and watched Psych on my computer until church started. They were still going at it when I left. Now, before you start thinking I’m a square and can’t hang out. I can, I just had stuff to do in the morning. And I still love beer, but these are not the guys I want to drink my beer with. To me, having a beer with someone is a special thing, part of the reasons I love bars so much, is meeting different people and hearing stories, whether they’re true or not, doesn’t really matter. So sitting around taking shots, with people you don’t really care for, until you can’t remember your name, is not how I want to spend my nights. Some free advice, if a guy is using empty liquor bottles as decorations, this is not who you want to hang out with, and ladies if you’re talking to one of these guys, maybe find a new date, anyone that feels the need to show off that they have finished 20 bottles of Popov vodka, in a semester, you don’t need to waste your time with.
After church I came home, took a nap, practiced banjo, then Andrew and I went up to Nashville to jam at the Station Inn. Turns out, this Sunday was a benefit show for the homeless. I asked the guy at the door about the jam, and he replied “Every Sunday night, except when they have special events, ya didn’t read the website did ya?” We walked out, and Andrew said, “Dang that even made me feel dumb.” Yeah… Thanks Jackass. But, the night was young! We headed out to downtown Broadway, home of the Ryman, Bridgestone Arena, Tootsie’s, Cadillac Ranch, Wild Horse Saloon, etc. And we tossed the Banjo case open, strapped on our axes and started picking and singing. We took a request, “Wagon Wheel” but the 28 degree cold, did not work well with our picking fingers, so we went to grab a beer and food after about a half hour on the streets. However we made out first dollar playing music in Nashville, just one though.
Side note, When my roommates party it up all night, it’s usually 6 or 7+ guys and one or two girls, (Sometimes the girls from up stairs come down and drink all their vodka and leave.) While, at the dance party with people from church and without any liquor, there are about 6 very pretty young ladies, to every guy, just something to think about.
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