Nashville shenanigans this past weekend included patio party fun, pool time and a little boot scootin’ boogie downtown.
It’s the weekend, let’s drink!
Setting the festive mood in celebration of the much anticipated weekend, the patio party lights came on as soon as I walked through my mini manse door Friday evening.
Lights, cocktails, action!
But even with the combination of music, spirits and conversation, there was nothing that could keep Teddy’s head up.
Pooped pussy.
I took Mr. Bear’s cue for a low-key evening and rested up because there was some honky tonkin’ to do on Saturday.
Bright lights in Music City.
Robert’s Western World awaited our rowdy bunch as we tried to strong-arm our way to the front row to see my fave band on Lower Broad – The Don Kelly Band (seriously the best band gaining all kinds of momentum with their 19-year-old guitar player who kicks all kinds of ass. Yes, I want to be his cougar. Meow).
My cougar cub Daniel Donato, Don Kelly and Joe Fick.
In our entourage, my mom and I had top tiered choices of companions.
Not one…
Not two…
But three hot dates.
Turns out it was a good thing all of my dates already know and love me, because I morphed into a truck driver when it came time to eat a burger basket.
Face stuffing at its finest.
Serious burger eating business with all jewelry off.
Eating off. I won.
While I was busy perusing the bottom of everyone’s baskets for morsels of leftover french fries, my dad acted like he was with the Grand Poobah of Robert’s Western World sitting front and center, as if the band was performing for a party of one.
Him.
Two beers, please. Make them PBRs and if you don’t have that, Natty Light.
Being that it’s CMA Festival time (formerly known as Fan Fair) the downtown scene was packed with folks arriving for the events starting over the weekend. One of the fans in town for festivities was a sweet red head who told me that she wanted to emulate me – especially my hair.
I’ll trade my hair for her rack.
Another lively duo we ran into were from somewhere overseas with accents so thick I could only understand that they were drunk.
Australian? Scottish? English? Talk accent to me.
The self-appointed Mayor of Robert’s got crafty with his photo taking skills, using the reverse camera feature to snap pics of himself and my mom.
Only problem was he left out Mom.
The one and a half shot.
Remember Daniel, the swashbuckling young guitar virtuoso? Well, after The Don Kelly Band’s set, he came over and asked if I was on Instagram (@cowboysandcrossbones) because I look familiar.
*BE STILL MY BEATING HEART*
I told him I do stalk follow him on Instagram and naturally had to capture the moment of recognition with a photo.
The cougar and the cub.
On our way to the car, we couldn’t help but notice all of the fashionistas hitting the streets for CMA Week.
Capri jeans with cowboy boots? Yeehaw.
I got a little chummy with Elvis and almost missed my ride home.
Hunka…Hunka…
Upon our arrival back at my mini manse, my dad decided it would be a good idea to take wapatoolie shots.
What’s in a wapatoolie shot you ask? Anything you damn well please mixed altogether for the drinking pleasure of an unassuming shot taker.
My Wapatoolie ingredients!
A witch with her brew…
…serving her finest to an unsuspecting crew…
…and the rest of their night was blurry.
Smart girls like me stick to their Skinny Pirates so we can be unhungover and lay by the pool to waste Sunday away.
Got it done at the pool.
The love affair of Ted and New Cat continues – they’ve even taken their licking sessions to the front window for all of the neighbor’s viewing pleasure.
Head lock lovers.
Tedstar was over me when I wouldn’t let him sit out on the porch by himself.
No porch for Teddy, no cute photo posing for me.
The felines must be monitored while lounging on the mini manse outdoor wing, as in this lovely plant…
One of my green thumbs works!
…are five eggs waiting to bust open with chicks.
Party of five.
All of the meows and incessant clawing at the porch door drove me to drink the last little bit of Sunday away.
Slurpy Sunday.
And this weekend was good to the last drop.
Cheers!
CBXB
Cowboys and Crossbones 
NICE shot of cougar and the cub-is he all of 12?
I think he might just be 12 and a half.
ok then, LEGAL!
Well, I see where you get your fun-loving attitude! I could party with your fam! 🙂
Yes! My family is quite the group of folks and you are welcome to party with us anytime my friend!
I enjoyed a lot of your weekend and compliments for the party lights at your patio ! The photo of the face stuffing is so…………hahaha and only the name of the Wapatoolie makes me curious or maybe not ?! Say ciao to the Head lock lovers, they are so sweet !! Have a fabulous new weekend !! Xxx
The head lock lovers say meeeeeooow! And hope that you had a wonderful weekend with your family. The Wapatoolie is something you only ever want to try once…’cause it will knock your socks off in all of the worst ways! 🙂
Hahaha……..then I’ll rather will go for a Skinny 🙂 🙂 !!
Let me propose a drinking game for this week. A tequila shot everytime you see a tourist with a disposable camera or a fanny pack. A shot for every old lady wearing Spanx and a glittery halter. AND a double shot everytime you see a tourist with a boner over getting a photo made with a Willie Nelson lookalike.
OH. MY. GAWD. I am in love with your drinking game and am now solidifying it as an annual event that must be played every single CMA Fest. Now get your ass up here to play with me!
I will do my damndest to be healthy enough next year to sit on your porch at the mini manse and help you flip off the tourists. We should stop them and give them the address of your old place and tell them Luke Bryan lives there. The landlord will stroke out. 🙂
OMFG! YOU ARE ON A ROLL! That is SO what we’re doing. It’s a date. I’ve put it in my calendar in permanent pink marker, so it’s happening!!!!