It’s here, people. The week I both dread and secretly love. The week that brings the most fanny packs, cowboy boots, drunk women and beer-gutted men all together in one glorious, swaying, crooning, sweaty mob — CMA Fest.

The traffic is terrible. Just getting to and from work is like some kind of obstacle course. The yelling at all hours of the night outside our flat is annoying. The amount of half-clothed people on balconies at the Holiday Inn next door makes me concerned for humanity.  But the people watching is unparalelled.

Thanks to for this little gem to keep the locals entertained this week.



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