I had no desire to go to a comedy show tonight. Something, however, kept hounding me to get out. And so, I went. And I didn't regret it.
I went. I got a feel. And to be honest, I'm not sure I know how I feel about the feels I felt. Perhaps by the end of this blog, I will have explained what went down so I can have a better idea of how I felt about it all...and so will you.
Dresses are fancy. Sandals are a sometimes shoe. No one carries a purse. Thick thighs will be noticed. Lotion is required. Brains tie this look together for one stunning, sexy presentation.
I have no idea what you have for me, Nashville, but I'm ready to fly. (Heads-up: this post is a lil more "deep" than the others, feel free to skip it if you wanna stick to the lighter, more entertaining stuff.)
Nashville is everything I imagined it to be, nothing I imagined it to be, and everything in-between. There is so much coming at me all at once that I am only able to process so much at once (I think this is called sensory overload) and it is all very new, exciting, stressful, beautiful, fascinating, and every other adjective that once could possibly cram into one sentence; it's everythingful.
My first weekend in town, despite my sleepwalking exhaustion, I decided to check out some free music festival called Live on the Green downtown (there are so many free things that happen in this city which is great as I'm pretty broke after the cross-country move). Rather than spend the same amount of money on parking … Continue reading die in an uber, live on the green
Welcome to Nashville as seen through my lens. I'm new to Nashville, just moved here from Southern California, and write about what it is like to be me, a single lady with an overactive mental-monologuing mind...