Ever try to jam four months of activities into a weekend? It’s been a hot minute for me but I managed to make the most of the gorgeous Nashville weekend. Starting with a trip to Warner Music to meet up with my friend M.Star.
We were going to see my favorite radio show – Free Beer and Hot Wings that is on daily here in Music City on 102.9 The Buzz. It’s most likely on whatever the best rock station in your city mornings is from 5am – 9am. We hitched a ride over to the Wildhorse Saloon where we (I) sprinted to the meet and greet line.
Being that I have ample experience with artist management and production, I have been through this dog and pony show before. Except I acted like a total fucking fan girl because I have been listening to this show, laughing with these dudes and feel like somehow I am their invisible side kick. They went to shake my hand and I made them hug me instead.
After the excitement, M.Star and I went to pose in front of the stage. Except I forgot to include her in the photo.
While my partner decided to feed herself, I headed to the watering hole where I was served a hearty glass of whipped cream because…why not?
As I guzzled my vodka and side of whipped cream, M.Star could hardly contain her excitement over the comedy of the show taking place.
While she’d had enough at intermission, I went back for more of the creamy goodness and stayed to laugh my ass off.
Saturday came waaaaay to quickly but I was up and at ’em to head downtown in order to participate in the Women’s March 2.0. Naturally, I had crafted a totally appropriate t-shirt.
Rasta was my sidekick for the day and we walked every inch of downtown, soaking in all of the sun, speakers and signs.
Turns out, over 15,000 peeps made their way to the march.
And the signs, oh the signs were my favorite part of the day –
My personal favorite of all time – I have no idea from which city it was displayed, nor who captured the photograph but genius nonetheless.
An after party was held at ACME Feed and Seed, with all proceeds benefiting Planned Parenthood. There was a killer line-up including Michelle Branch and the fucking insanely talented Alana Royale. I even met a new bestie, who used to boss an ex-boyfriend of mine around.
I kept bitching about how Michelle Branch never sang “A Thousand Miles” (like the time I went to see Alanis Morrissette and she didn’t fucking sing “Ironic”). Turns out, Vanessa Carlton sings the song I was waiting to hear.
While I was ready to call it a night after the show, Rasta wanted to hit downtown, so who was I to say no?
Until I accidentally went to get a drink and stuck my straw up my nose. Then it was time to call it a day.
While every bone in my feet ached Sunday, it was well worth it.
After a long soak in a hot bath, it was time to nestle in and ready myself for NFL playoff games.
Desperately wanting this shirt prior to Sunday, it was an OK thing I never ordered it after the ass beating the Vikings took from the Eagles.
I snuggled down on the couch with a new buddy, Rocco, who may as well be a gigantic cat – sleeping for a solid two football games.
Regardless of your political stance or outlook on the current state of affairs in the world, Saturday proved to me that when people from all walks of life come together peacefully, it can really be a positive affirmation – a reminder that one person really can make a difference. If you don’t like something, you can take the initiative and try to implement change. Power to the polls in 2018.
Now go get a cup of whipped cream. It makes everything better.