That’s What Friends are For

These are my friends. Their names are Chris and Kelly. They are awesome. They are Glenn’s friends, too, but I like claiming them as mine.

I like claiming most things as mine, come to think of it.

You may recognize Chris and Kelly from our last trip to Nashville.

The four of us met up in Nashville this past weekend to celebrate Independence Day {I LOVE AMERICA!} and eat a lot of good food. We succeeded at all things celebration and food related, including a “welcome to Nashville” cocktail as soon as we arrived.

Here are so more highlights of our trip:

The Loveless Cafe. Best. Biscuits. Ever.

Bobbie’s Dairy Dip. The dipped cones were so great when we had them on Sunday that we had to break a few traffic laws to make sure we got there before closing on Monday.

We took naps then headed downtown and had BBQ at Jack’s {the best} then watched the fireworks on the river – super cool.

Another highlight of the weekend was Kelly’s alter-ego: an intimidating Russian woman named Veronica who was constantly threatening some sort of physical harm. We never knew when she would show up!

I’m so thankful for my freedom, for the opportunity to be driving-distance from friends who are normally very far away, and for air conditioning. Can you imagine living in the South at the turn of the century? Oh my!

Hope you all had an excellent Independence Day as well.


I’m in Nashville!

We met up with these crazy, lovely people for an early birthday celebration for MOI. I’ve only been here once before. I loved it that time, I love it even more this time!

Here are the places we’ve gone so far:

Rosepepper for Mexican food. I can finally say I understand what all the hype is with Southerners and their “cheese dip” – this is the only place I’ve tried that does it right. And by ‘right’ I mean it’s more than melted velveeta with green chilis.

Music Row for more Honky Tonk spots that I can name.

Loveless Cafe. My friend Liz introduced me to this place several years ago. Biscuits and jam worth every 2 hours on the treadmill.

Wild Horse Saloon.

A massive Boot shop where 3 of the 4 of us left with cowboy boots.

Fido. Yummy breakfast and coffee.

Whole Foods and Lululemon in Green Hills. We were celebrity hunting. It didn’t work. Or Taylor Swift really did a good job looking like a normal person.

Edgehill Cafe. So cute. Jessica and I spent the afternoon working while the boys had a meeting at Jack’s BBQ.

Pfunky Griddle. Grill your own pancakes. Dangerous only because you can’t stop adding cool ingredients to the batter!

The best part of this trip? Having friends. Not just friends, but GREAT friends who are so fun to travel with, be with, work with, everything with. I am blessed. Nashville is fun. End of story.