February 19, 2013

Nashville

 

This past Friday night, I went out to dinner with a few friends.
Good food & fruity drinks were consumed, and our conversation was all over the place.
At one point, we started discussing the TV show Nashville, and that's where things got interesting.
All it took was someone saying "let's go to Nashville," and I was looking up hotels for the next night.
That's right, that following morning, we gassed up a car and headed up I75 North to Tennessee.



We all needed a little getaway, and even if it was for one night, I wanted to blow off some steam.
Nashville is only a 4 hour ride away from Atlanta, so after winding through the mountains for a bit we arrived at our destination.


We parked the car, hopped out and started walking around downtown.



The first stop was for food, at the Wildhorse Saloon - my favorite restaurant in the city, thanks to their sinfully delicious fried pickles.


Horses on the ceiling!


Apple BLT

(Bangin') Fried Pickles
The girls got a little flirty...


Afterwards, in true womanly fashion, we headed out to a few nearby shops... and did more walking.








The AT&T Building - A.K.A. The Batman Building


Next we found a hotel, freshened up and headed back out to own the night.
We owned it.
OWNED IT.
I didn't take the DSLR out that evening, for fear of someone spilling a drink on it. Frankly, it'd've just held me back anyway.
So, iPhone photos will suffice.




Meredith was in charge of taking pictures while I was on the bull (yes, I rode the bull), but my dear sister took a video instead. Since my phone won't let me grab a photo from that video, this post must live on without one.
We danced, we shouted, we mingled with strangers and we hopped from one venue to the next.
Note to self: as long as you live in Atlanta, go to Nashville at least once a year.

February 14, 2013

Dear Gentleman,

Hey you,

First off, happy Valentine's Day.
I'm sorry if it's not the love-filled day it should be for you.
Let me come out by saying how wonderful you are. 
Really. 
If you've never heard it before, just know that you and all your manly, inherent and respectful aggression is something I will always appreciate.
Always.
You're never shy about asking me out on a date, and you actually know what a date is, how to plan it, and how to follow through with those plans.
Seriously. Here's some of the crap I've put up with in the past year or so.
Him: Can I please come get a kiss.
Please
Me: Nah, but one might be inclined to give one at the end of a date. A real one.
Him: Cool
Chipotle it is
Really?
I love Chipotle as much as the next person, but c'mon.

Here's another instance, from another fella, after we had already established a date, time and place to have dinner...
Him (via text message): Come to Buckhead bars
Me: ???
Him: I would like to talk & have a few drinks with you. So meet me at the Buckhead bars ; -)
Me: I don't do bars ;-) 
Needless to say, I didn't meet him that night, and although he gets points for being so forward, where's the respect? Unfortunately, this was neither the first nor the last time he pulled a stunt like this. I learned my lesson the hard way.

One more.

Him (via text message, again): Will you like to go out Thursday
Me: What did you have in mind?
Him: A movie or dinner maybe both
Me: Why you wanna take me out?
Him: Because I like u you know that u said I never made a move so I'm trying now
Me: I'll make a deal with you. Come with me or meet me at church next week & we can go out after
Him: That's good so which service r we going 2
Me: Whichever. I was thinking the 6:45pm
Him: Ok
*THREE WEEKS GO BY*
Him: Hey
The really sad part is, I was willing to overlook the fact that he asked for a date through a grammatically incorrect text message. Anyone who really knows me understands that this is a big deal. 
Furthermore, not only was I stood up, I didn't even get an apology - just a belated text message (another text message) saying "hey."
We never spoke again, not even via SMS.

You aggressively outgoing & respectful men would never do this to me. 
You value my time just as much as I value yours, and as I mentioned before, you know how to follow through on the plans we've made. Sometimes you even take the initiative to make all the plans, all by yourself, and that's cool too, because you're thoughtful enough to keep me in the loop.
You don't propose a date through a text message. Even in a world where it's so easy to avoid calling a lady, you take the time to do it anyway.

Once we've gotten past the getting-to-know-each-other phase, none of these qualities you possess wear off, but different sides might start to show.
If I'm trippin' one day, you tell me - to my face, knowing that I may not respond in the most ladylike of ways. 
That's right, you're a risk taker.
And so am I.
But you're not perfect.
And I don't expect you to be, because neither am I.
As proven by the grammar rules I broke in the last few sentences. (did I mention this is a big deal for me?). 

All that being said, it's highly unlikely that you're alone this Valentine's Day - or any Valentine's Day - or any other regular day. 
It's highly unlikely that you're ever all by your lonesome.
BUT, if that happens to be the case today or any other day, just know there's always a woman out there who knows your worth and sincerely appreciates you as a person.

I'll be having a tall glass of Red in your honor this evening.



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February 13, 2013

We Live As Kings

This post is very much overdue...
A couple weeks ago, I linked up with the wonderful mind behind this blog.
We first met back in college and immediately bonded over our shared love for God & music.
Naturally, when we decided to hang out, our time was spent at a concert.
I had never heard of the group before, but I must admit, they were pretty darn good.
The venue was dark & crowded, so I'm just short of quality photos. Here are a few, along with the promo video for their new album.
In case it's unclear, I was very serious about getting back to the music this year!










February 12, 2013

Update

I'm supposed to be getting better about these updates.
Really, it was one of my new year's resolutions, and I'm ashamed to even say I made any.
As it happens, I always look up and it's been days, weeks, a month since I've posted anything, and I've got a memory card full of visual goodness to share with the blogosphere.
Honestly, I'm only cheating myself, since the only reason I started blogging was so I can look back in a few years and see how things have changed over time. My style, my hair, tastes, relationships, life, etc...
I digress.
This past weekend, I escorted my sister from another mister, Meredith, to a Masquerade Ball. Just in time for Valentine's Day, I couldn't've asked for a better date.
I was too lazy to lug my DSLR along, so these phone photos will have to suffice.
May I mention, for documentation purposes only since this will likely never happen again, that I somehow managed to squeeze allllllll my thickness into a size 2 dress (it was the last one on the rack, and I was completely out of options). I ate very heartily at dinner that evening.
GPOYs ahead.







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