Yes, I'm just sitting here, in my living room, enjoying the NCAA Tournament and painting my nails. I love my life.
Here's a post from last week that I had saved as a draft:
Here's a post from last week that I had saved as a draft:
March 11, 2008: Today, I'm in the nation's country music capital...Nashville! I was also here this past weekend with coworkers, which proved to be an excellent use of my precious weekend. We all stayed at the Sheraton downtown, which was totally in walking distance of everything. Unfortunately, it snowed hardcore (for Nashville, anyways) on Friday night, so some of my colleagues didn't get in until late. We bar-hopped a bit in the snow and froze our butts off for the most part. Good times.
Saturday afternoon we had fun walking Broadway and stepping into random bars to listen to people sing their hearts out. Some of these people are amazing! It is such a cool, unique culture down here -- unlike anything I've experienced before. A moderately large city with a super small town feel. And everyone is so nice!
Saturday afternoon we had fun walking Broadway and stepping into random bars to listen to people sing their hearts out. Some of these people are amazing! It is such a cool, unique culture down here -- unlike anything I've experienced before. A moderately large city with a super small town feel. And everyone is so nice!
While hanging out on Saturday, I happened to buy a western belt with a huge and awesome western belt buckle (which I wore with jeans and a white collared shirt tied up to show about 6 inches of my belly) and I debuted my new country "look" when we went out line-dancing and karaoking on Saturday night. It was so fun!
Before we went out, I made a preposition that whoever scored a cowboy hat and brought it back to the hotel without paying for it would be the winner. I didn't mean anything by it (I really didn't think anyone would go for it), but I found that as we bar-hopped, I kept looking for that victim (aka - a lonely cowboy of sorts) to "steal" his hat. Finally, we went to a karaoke bar in Printer's Alley and I spotted my guy...so, I went up to him and began chatting. He was so sweet and our interaction was so innocent; he was at the bar for his bachelor party with all of his friends and some family members ("This is my dad, Pete," spoken in a singsong Georgian accent). He, of course, was wearing the coveted cowboy hat, and was telling me that he had all of these tasks to do that night, none of which he thought he'd accomplish. He was recounting about how he was supposed to get a girl's panties among other things, and I saw in this statement an opportunity. Yes, folks, I saw an opportunity to negotiate one thing I wanted for one thing he wanted. SO, (you guessed it) I told him that I would give him my panties in exchange for his cowboy hat. And though shocked, he agreed to it after a few minutes of convincing ("Really, you will really do that? Are you sure? Are you shitting me? Really? I luuuve you!") and a bit more explanation ("Well, this IS my friend's hat, but I don't THINK he'll mind if I trade it..."). So, in a very gentleman-like manner (he was a chivalrous bachelor, if nothing else), he escorted me to the men's restroom (the line was too long for the women's) and I removed my girl-under-things to prepare for the exchange. In the process, I was so proud of myself (my goal of the year is to work on my negotiation skills...did I mention I also got free breakfast and nightly hors d'oeuvres for our entire group at the Sheraton?) and upon exiting the bathroom, I may have been missing my panties, but I had a smile on that practically blinded anyone who looked at me. Quickly, quietly, the trade was made and I had myself my very own black and beautiful cowboy hat! I (almost) won!
So, the night dragged on (not really, it was quite fun, actually) and it was peppered with Bachelor Boy's cowboy-hat-owning friend who really, really wanted his prized possession back.
"Sorry," I said, "but your friend made a deal fair and square. Take it up with him. This hat is mine now."
He tried to barter for a Cubs baseball cap. He tried to buy it back from me (hmmm, I could have made a pretty penny...), but the meaning of that hat and what I went through to get that hat was worth much more than any amount of money.
Total cover charges for Nashville bars: $3.00
Total cost of drinks during night out in Nashville: $20.00
Trading a pair of panties for a real, live Nashville cowboy hat: PRICELESS
...Kelly
Before we went out, I made a preposition that whoever scored a cowboy hat and brought it back to the hotel without paying for it would be the winner. I didn't mean anything by it (I really didn't think anyone would go for it), but I found that as we bar-hopped, I kept looking for that victim (aka - a lonely cowboy of sorts) to "steal" his hat. Finally, we went to a karaoke bar in Printer's Alley and I spotted my guy...so, I went up to him and began chatting. He was so sweet and our interaction was so innocent; he was at the bar for his bachelor party with all of his friends and some family members ("This is my dad, Pete," spoken in a singsong Georgian accent). He, of course, was wearing the coveted cowboy hat, and was telling me that he had all of these tasks to do that night, none of which he thought he'd accomplish. He was recounting about how he was supposed to get a girl's panties among other things, and I saw in this statement an opportunity. Yes, folks, I saw an opportunity to negotiate one thing I wanted for one thing he wanted. SO, (you guessed it) I told him that I would give him my panties in exchange for his cowboy hat. And though shocked, he agreed to it after a few minutes of convincing ("Really, you will really do that? Are you sure? Are you shitting me? Really? I luuuve you!") and a bit more explanation ("Well, this IS my friend's hat, but I don't THINK he'll mind if I trade it..."). So, in a very gentleman-like manner (he was a chivalrous bachelor, if nothing else), he escorted me to the men's restroom (the line was too long for the women's) and I removed my girl-under-things to prepare for the exchange. In the process, I was so proud of myself (my goal of the year is to work on my negotiation skills...did I mention I also got free breakfast and nightly hors d'oeuvres for our entire group at the Sheraton?) and upon exiting the bathroom, I may have been missing my panties, but I had a smile on that practically blinded anyone who looked at me. Quickly, quietly, the trade was made and I had myself my very own black and beautiful cowboy hat! I (almost) won!
So, the night dragged on (not really, it was quite fun, actually) and it was peppered with Bachelor Boy's cowboy-hat-owning friend who really, really wanted his prized possession back.
"Sorry," I said, "but your friend made a deal fair and square. Take it up with him. This hat is mine now."
He tried to barter for a Cubs baseball cap. He tried to buy it back from me (hmmm, I could have made a pretty penny...), but the meaning of that hat and what I went through to get that hat was worth much more than any amount of money.
Total cover charges for Nashville bars: $3.00
Total cost of drinks during night out in Nashville: $20.00
Trading a pair of panties for a real, live Nashville cowboy hat: PRICELESS
...Kelly
1 comment:
I am still in shock by this story! Crazy Kelly! We wouldn't expect anything less though! Love ya!
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