>It’s 6:11 a.m. as I start to type this – I’ve been up since 4:30 a.m. I ate a hot dog for breakfast at 4:45 a.m. Things are rough….
I have one of my big events at work starting on Sunday, so I’ve officially starting the process of waking up throughout the night to add to my “to-do” list, waking up in a cold-sweat, fretting that the ballroom will be too small, etc. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again – it’s time to move on, with your bad self, 2009!
On happier notes – on Saturday I got out for some much needed girl time. I hit the downtown scene with Lindsey and some of her friends from home. We East TN girls know how to have a good time. Some pictures below for your enjoyment – BUT, the most exciting part of the night was when I ran into one of my favorite local celebs, Clay Travis. Clay wrote the books Dixieland Delight and the latest, On Rocky Top. If you’re looking for a Christmas gift for an SEC and/or Tennessee Football lover – these are a must. I plowed through On Rocky Top in about two days at the beach – I laughed out loud, cried, and practically clapped. It is hilarious and makes you remember why you love UT football, as if you could ever forget.
Anyways, I saw Clay one other time at Paradise Park downtown (the bar made to look like a Trailor Park – we keep it classy in Nashville.) I recognized him and approached him – I think he was quite startled and quickly left the bar…I maybe came on a little strong. So when I saw him Saturday, in the same bar, practically standing in the same place (this is where I’d normally judge him – but hey, he probably thought the same thing about me) – I tried to act a little less stalker-like….or not.
I hugged him – and one of our mutual friends (who knew we ran in the same circles!?) said “you shouldn’t go around hugging just any ol’ married man.” Ignored. I turned to Clay and said “I’m your biggest fan…seriously. I just love you. Keep doing what you’re doing.” (Wow, really achieved the whole ‘less stalker-like’ thing, there.) He said “If you’re my biggest fan you can hug me any time!” Nice.
So yes, I got more excited about seeing my fave local author than I would have most any country music star, at least that night.
Me and Clay.
Mindy, Lori and I – who knows what was going on here. This is what happens when you wait 75 minutes for your table at a Mexican restaurant with a very impressive pomegranate margarita.
Me and Linds.
It may be a while before I’m back out in downtown Nashville – let’s just say my group got separated and I ended up walking farther than I care to disclose, back to my car, pink taser ready to take on any homeless many brave enough to even glance at me. Fun times.