full court press

Well Thursday with Hank was fun as usual. We went and sat in front of courthouse and listened to live music. This was a place I had not been before so I really enjoyed sitting on the grass amongst the tall downtown building on a gorgeous night. The concert turned into a long drawn out discussion of why we are not a couple. It was a full court press of Hank and all of his good qualities. He broke out the resume on me and was ready to close the deal. He had a good argument seeing as he does have a lot of qualities that I do want in a guy, but somehow I can't quite push him out of the friend zone. He emailed me the next day and said he felt stupid for laying it on so thick and he hopes I don't hate him. He is crazy I could never hate such a warm and fuzzy guy who would takes me as I am, lets me be myself and loves all of my quirky ways. I seriously may have something wrong with me. We decided that he is going to take me on a real dinner date since all we ever do is go to concerts together. He wants me to give him a chance to see how we would do on a real date. I told him I would be honored to go on a date with him but there are no guarantees I will be falling in love.

I decided to try out a new route yesterday and went to one of the trails I keep hearing about in Nashville. This was a gorgeous trail, one where I felt completely sketched out on the entire time. The woods on both sides of the paved road creeped me out. I didn’t really feel like I wanted to be dragged into the woods by a crazy person never to be seen again. I stopped a girl and asked her if she felt safe running out here alone. She said that she is in the military and she sometimes runs with a gun and that makes her feel better. Um ok well I don't have a gun and that does not make me feel better. So I turned around and secretly followed behind the military lady just in case.

 I have had a good weekend of laying low. I am still recovering from hanging out with 20-somethings last weekend. I watched Georgia whoop up on Vandy and a horrible movie that just made me feel uncomfortable, 5-year Engagement. I went to Marshalls and returned all the shirts I bought for Vegas and got some badass boots out of it.

I didn't win the lottery and now I am boiling eggs and cooking bean soup. My apartment smells a little off.

That’s all I got.

 

 

 

Thursday

I can always get behind a free concert on a Thursday night. Headin out to go see North Mississippi Allstars with Hany Panky!

 So no time to blog just wanted to say hi and let everyone know that I am aware that there is not no such thing as Paper View television only pay-per-view. I got it!

Ok I must go pack my fanny pack and make sure the velcro is on good and tight on my phone and key chain.

out with the old and in with the new!

Well after a lot of back and forth, I'm a 615 area code! Its official, I am a Tennessean! I have nobody’s number so if you want to get in touch with me Facebook me or email me. I am not sure what I’m gonna do without the crazies, the clingers (stages 3 through 6) or the people I have named “Do not answer” on my contact list. I am sure I will think of something.

Actually I am thinking that this is my new start to my new way of life. Out with the old habits of losing things and being a ruhtard. My new goal is to get my crap together and stop the madness! I am ready to me Miss Organized and Miss Reasonable, I’m mean responsible. I will keep you posted on the progress; I have a good feeling about my new velcro-lined fanny pack.

Anyway, this past weekend was a blast. We took the city by storm and I showed the girls a grand ol time. After a crazy Friday night we went for brunch at the West End Cafe. I was looked like I grabbed onto the back of someone’s bumper and let it drag me to the restaurant. We staggered to the patio, Meagan is chain smoking, we brought our own Bloody Mary’s that Anna made at the apartment and I somehow found myself in a job interview. I have been throwing around the idea of having a weekend job for some extra milk money. I went inside to get a cup of coffee, ended up cracking up with the staff behind the counter. Since they were so much fun I asked if they were hiring (sorta kidding) and next thing you know I am interviewing with the manager. I filled out an application and I was told I would get a phone call. I wonder if its gonna be a problem that the number I put on the application no longer exists?  

We went home, brushed our teeth and set out to watch the GA game. Here we are all decked out in our red and black and the game is nowhere to be found come kick off time. We spent the entire first half running around town trying to find a place that would pay $1000 for a Paper View Georgia game. WTF, why Paper View?? We found one place with no seats; we resided to the fact that it wasn't gonna happen and went Honky Tonkin instead. We met up with the boys Anna met on Labor Day. They were fun, the two girls paired up with the two boys and me being the 5^th wheel ended up talking to an outsider who sorta looked homeless. He was fun nonetheless. I have a soft spot in my heart for seemly homeless people.

My favorite part of any girl’s weekend is lying on the floor the next morning and cracking up our funny ways and insane antics. Dancing in the showcase window of the Buck Wild Saloon for sidewalk traffic entertainment purposes is always good for a laugh the next morning. Meghan captured every move on camera so we had to play out the scene from Hangover. We looked at them one time and vowed never to show them to anyone.

The girls are now moving up here in December. That's what they all say after a weekend in Nashville. I told them I would hold their spot on the couch if they wanted to crash, we'll see....

 

404 or 615?

I annoy the crap out of myself sometimes. Hub, transfer, customer service, activate, password, serial number, these are the words I am least fond of right now. I am over the fact that my favorite thing  to do is leave my phone all over the state Tennessee and parts of Georgia.

I am trying to work on being fully functional at the moment and it has taken all evening. I went out and bought a new phone, I was told I could go home and set it up myself with a few easy steps...pa ha sucka! I feel defeated, I am trying to transfer my old number, not sure it’s working since it’s an out-of-town area code. It’s processing and has been for a couple of hours, so I guess I will have to wait until tomorrow to see if it was a success. Will I be a 404 or a 615?? Who knows, just give me a freakin phone with a string attached so I can tie around my neck.

 

Weekend report still to come....

spazwell problems

This is not a blog post, this is just an announcement....if I don't answer your text or ignore your call or won't take my turn on Words with Friends, its be cause I freakin lost my phone! AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhh!!!!! I am so mad, its hard being me sometimes......now I get to figure out plan B. The girls just left, I am exhausted so my full report will have to wait until tomorrow. So send me an email or a FB message if you need to get my aattantion for anything.

HHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPppYYYYYYYYYYYYBelated Janeen!!! I hope that had an awesome day girl!! Hope you didn't lose anything...its sucks when you do!!!

runaway ho

Waking up and walking has become my routine, but I am considering switching up my route. I park in my usual spot on 1st avenue and an unwelcomed crazy guy starts walking behind me (he is like 40 yards away at this point). He starts yelling out some obscenities, I turn around and try to figure out what he is saying and if he is actually yelling at me. I make out a few choice words as he gets closer, “Keep on running you F'ing whore!” he yells. “Yea run away you f'ing bitch! Run run run biiitch!!!"  What?!!! First of all, I am walking not running, stop rubbing it in. He continues on with his rant, repeating the same things over and over as he gets closer. I have a choice, do I turn around and explain to him that my ankle is still a little tender from rolling it 98 days ago or do I just follow his instructions a take off running? I decided to skip the explanation and haul ass. He started screaming and waiving his hands at the construction crew on the side of the road and then started in on me again. I guess it’s good to know that I am able to run when necessary. I am all about a good workout, but getting my heart rate up out of fear of ending up on the 5 o’clock news was not what I had mind. I guess it’s time to get some pepper spray and/or a sawed-off shot gun for my next outing.

Got a couple of my homies invading Nashville this weekend. My former bartending colleagues Anna and Meghan are coming to visit! They totally pulled the ol bait and switch on me. They were supposed to stay at the Hilton but a last minute change in plans has them hunkering down at my place. They were worried were invading my space, I told them that I have 734 square feet and they were welcome to 508 of it. Pretty pumped about having some Georgia fans in town for the game Saturday. Anna is mid-break up and Meghan is slightly crazy, this should be interesting.

 

 

 

tights and wings with a splash of music

Last night I went out with my girl Kelly for her birthday. Poor thing has a birthday on September 11th, so I had to make her feel a little special. What a better way to make a girl feel special than to go to Hooter's for dinner. One million restaurants in Nashville that I have yet to try and we go where the 80’s are still going strong. Not that I don’t enjoy a scrunchy sock, nude tights and white high-top Reebox, but this dated vision has lost its flare. I am all for tradition, but I think it’s time for a make-over Hooters.  I do have a question about the shirts. What happens if a girl wants to eat on the day she has to work? Do we get to see the hamburger sitting in her stomach? My gut would definitely test the durability of that piece of cloth. My dinner venue decision making process needs some work. So we had some wings, threw up the deuces and headed out to the Mercy Lounge to listen to some music.

It was Americana night; they had a whole line up of talented, tatted up, soulful musicians including Cumberland Collective. Ah yeah, I think I may be reaching groupie status. The goodie two shoes kind of groupie, the kind that leaves the band on the stage and goes home alone groupie.

We had a front row table and thoroughly enjoyed ourselves. The first chic was good I think, it was unfortunate that her camel toe was distracting us from whatever was coming out of her mouth. Girlfriend, mirrors are our friends and those painted on pants are not. Between her and the girls at Hooter’s I had enough showmanship of the girl parts.

Clay’s band was last so we got to hang out with him and couple other band members at our table.  He is a cool dude and definitely a cutie pie, glad we got to kick it. They were amazing of course; too bad they didn't go on until 1030pm! It’s a school night people, we had to duck out and go to bed halfway through the show.

I am ok with getting home at midnight on a Tuesday every now and then, but bed time is a comin early tonight (right after The Voice and Big Brother of course). Brandy is in a hotel watching Big Brother with commercials like some kind of peasant.  I don’t know how she’s gonna do it, stay strong girl, they only last like 30 seconds a piece I hear.