Friday was sunny as we headed south, and we were hoping the weather would be a bit warmer once we reached Tennessee.
I ordered gumbo, along with a hot chicken po' boy, and boy was it HOT! I mean so hot my eyes were watering and my lips were burning. How hot was it?? SO HOT that it set off the fire alarm and the fire truck came. Not even kidding!
The old folks went back to the hotel early, but I was alerted via Twitter that Courtney and the girls were coming for snacks at 3 am. Because everyone needs a little chicken salad at 3 am, right? They put a pretty good dent in the food I brought, and everyone was safely in bed after that.
I like this photo and the quote with the girls and their mimosas. :)
Next up, was the Saturday afternoon tour on the Sprocket Rocket. Darci brought this yummy punch to take along.
We bring along our own snacks and beverages, and there is a driver and a hostess to guide us on our trip around town. Here we are all ready for some fun.
And so did I, of course. Paparazzi!!
Most of the Sprocket Rocket photos were taken by Meghan, though, which was a really nice service. That way I could relax and enjoy the ride!
Emily, Megan, and Erin.
We enjoyed Darci's punch as we pedaled along the streets of Nashville.
Aunt Lisa and Aunt Brenda raising the roof.
Aunt Brenda and cousins Whitney and Lauren. Whitney is a biker, so when they offered a helmet, she accepted. The rest of us declined.
This building is Acme Feed & Seed, which now houses cocktail, culinary, and entertainment space. Our tour made a stop here for a potty break and the girls introduced me to a white gummy bear.
Nashville is located on the Cumberland River, and Titans Stadium, LP Field sits right on the riverbank. I can always appreciate a football stadium, but it's no Superdome. :)
We posed for a photo in front of the river.
And another in front of the Sprocket Rocket with our driver, TJ.
And a silly one. :)
Before heading out on Saturday evening, we gave Courtney some fun and fancy essentials for a bride-to-be.
And we even met up with TJ, our driver from the Sprocket Rocket. What a coincidence! (As well as a couple of photo bombers in back.)
The Stage, where we met some nice folks, a rude chick, and a creepy dude.
And Courtney and her aunts did a little singing on stage.
This time, when the last group came in, instead of waking me for chicken salad, they were given leftover pizza by the guy at the front desk. And nothing tastes better at 3 am than leftover pizza. (Especially if it meant I could continue my pleasant slumber.) I believe a good time was had by all.
And then this happened.