Well, I know I probably totally botched that spelling, but -- oh well. Spelling is no longer a part of my life. So. Yesterday, my mom and I went to the Hard Rock Cafe in Nashville, Tennessee. It was awesome....and quite interesting.
When we first walked in, we were greeted by a guy with spiky black hair, tattoos, and earrings. Quite the character. As we were seated, somehow my mom started a conversation with him. They started talking about music, and he asked if she knew who this one person was. She didn't. he then turned to me and said "I bet she does." Lol. Nope. While I've tried to remedy my severely lacking musical education, I haven't made much progress. So...he took it upon himself to give me an "edjumacation" in Nashville and it's music.
My mom and I were bombarded with magazines, chances to see performers at the Cafe, and a tale of this persons supposed personal encounter with Taylor Swift. Hmmm.....yeah, no. Sorry, but I don't believe he actually met her. I have to say, it was the most interesting dinner I've ever had. It is true that southerners are more hospitable than most other people -- everyone's been soo friendly -- almost overbearingly so.
Well, That's My Crazy Life.
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