To the Nashville! Pictured: The Second Fiddle, where we spent lots of money and even more time.
I spent last weekend in Nashville with the lovely people pictured above. We ate and drank and laughed and danced; we survived one group member’s life-threatening allergic reaction and another’s first-ever bout with serious food poisoning. We crowded our seven selves into a two-bedroom downtown Nashville apartment; we ate chicken; we figured out why Never Have I Ever is a more effective game when you’re young. (Namely, all the “strange” sex has already happened and no one cares anymore, and you’re reduced to the ridiculousness of 30-ish never-have-I-evers, like “Never have I ever had a mortgage.” The whole thing was a little sad.)
But really the main thing we did was drink. And drink. And drink some more. And sleep very little. It was completely lovely, but I don’t even want to think about wine right now.
So: happy Wednesday! See you next week. Most likely with a glass in hand.