Nashville shenanigans this past weekend included patio party fun, pool time and a little boot scootin’ boogie downtown.
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.
But even with the combination of music, spirits and conversation, there was nothing that could keep Teddy’s head up.
I took Mr. Bear’s cue for a low-key evening and rested up because there was some honky tonkin’ to do on Saturday.
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).
In our entourage, my mom and I had top tiered choices of companions.
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.
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.
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.
Another lively duo we ran into were from somewhere overseas with accents so thick I could only understand that they were drunk.
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.
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.
On our way to the car, we couldn’t help but notice all of the fashionistas hitting the streets for CMA Week.
I got a little chummy with Elvis and almost missed my ride home.
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.
Smart girls like me stick to their Skinny Pirates so we can be unhungover and lay by the pool to waste Sunday away.
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.
Tedstar was over me when I wouldn’t let him sit out on the porch by himself.
The felines must be monitored while lounging on the mini manse outdoor wing, as in this lovely plant…
…are five eggs waiting to bust open with chicks.
All of the meows and incessant clawing at the porch door drove me to drink the last little bit of Sunday away.
And this weekend was good to the last drop.