We are now a bit spread out - I was actually speaking locationally, however, now that I think about it, yes, over the years we're a bit more spread out physically too. High school was, after all, a few days ago. Two girls are still in Decatur (lucky wenches!), one in Richmond, Virginia, one in Perdido Key, Florida, and me in Kansas City,
Last time we all gathered together, we were headed to Mexico on a cruise ship . It's safe to say that it will never be the same again south of the border. This year, we decided to match up for "quickie" in Nashville.
What happens when the "Bama Babes" converge on Nashville? If eight bottles of wine, salmon, crab, multiple varieties of chips and dips, veggie and fruit trays, cheese cake, brownie bark, and not nearly enough FAT & JUICY comes to mind, you would be spot on. We have to thank Carol for introducing us to Fat & Juicy! It became the motto of our trip. It is a fabulous bloody mary mix with just enough kick. Not too WOW for the weak mouthed, spicy sensitive pansy who can't take too much liquid heat. (Yes, that would be me!) As I said, we definitely didn't bring enough Fat & Juicy!! But no worries, we've made both mental and written notes to ourselves to insure it doesn't happen again.
Let me tell you, those tight abbed plankers have absolutely nothing on the Bama Babes when we're together. We all agreed our collective stomachs were all so very sore at the end of our three day getaway from excessive and exhaustive laughter. I don't think any of us "intentionally" left our Fitbits at home. I'm actually a little sorry we couldn't document our mileage. If you've never had the opportunity to visit Franklin, Tennessee and their miles of antique shops, I would strongly encourage it. (Some of "shops" are housed in one gi-normous ancient warehouse - we're talking hundreds of little booths in one place).
While we were planning this getaway, we were in close communication with Bill, the owner of the villa. What a complete and total sweetheart. He was kind enough to suggest the restaurant, "Grays on Main" in Franklin for us to have our celebratory - new job, congrats again Kit-Kat!! and future birthday dinner - all of us. We ended up with the most delightful waiter, "Brian Scott". Gary also suggested that should we run into any issues getting a reservation, we name drop. He then gave me the names to drop. LOL, LOL Let's just say that our reservation at 9pm on the first floor got changed to 7:30 on the top floor. Ohhh how I love name dropping!!!
Sunday, we worked hard. We worked hard at not working at all. Picture human sloths in jammies. We lounged, laughed, ate, drank, occasionally napped, watched movies, played cards, and piled up on an incredible pit couch. We opted out of getting dressed to go to dinner, and instead did the only logically thing. That's right, we picked up the phone and ordered some of the most delectable, delightful pizzas. On any other occasion, they might have tasted like cardboard, but at that point in time, we would have eaten just about anything if it meant we were able to continue to just exist together in total relaxation. After all, the only thing we had planned for Sunday didn't started until 8pm. That being said, we pushed the limits of women everywhere and never left the confines of our jammies or sweats until about 7pm, when we finally motivated each other to start getting ready.
We were sad that our 5th Bama Babe was having to depart early for Decatur at the very same time we were departing for our evening's adventure. However, we understood. She is a good daughter, you know, the "Auburn One". (Sorry, couldn't miss an opportunity to slip in an inside joke.) Her precious momma was having her hip replaced first thing in the morning. We hugged the daylights out of Carol, promised to plan a summer quick meet-up, and sent her on her way, physically. Mentally and electronically, she was still with us throughout the remainder of the weekend.
No trip to Nashville would be complete without an evening down on Broadway. Being smart, experienced women, we knew better. Therefore, we arranged for a car and driver for the night. No need of a DD for us! We had Gary, from West Haven Carriage. (Yes, this is a blatant plug, but who cares? When you find someone who still offers top of the line customer service, you want to promote them!) Gary owns the company. And was absolutely FABULOUS!!! Broadway itself was a bit quiet, but the bars weren't. We listened to great music, drank very COLD beer, took pictures - that will never see the light of day outside of our very tight group, and once again laughed ourselves silly...... Nothing better then ending the night in your jammies eating cheesecake at 1:30 in the morning.
We didn't feel guilty for our late night / early morning cheesecake fest because Monday greeted us with the delightful anticipation of massages. Due to the nondisclosure agreement we all signed in blood prior to the trip, this is all I can tell you about our weekend getaway. Oh... and I won the "Best Post Massage Face".
You know that saying, "What Happens in Vegas....." well, the truth of the matter is that phrase was initially, "What happens in Nashville - on a girls trip - stays in Nashville"..... and on the memory cards that will forever be sealed in a mayonnaise jar and buried in the back forty under a tree facing north.
Until our next trip. I hear the Dominican calling!
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| Me, Neater, Licia, Kit-Kat aka "Bama Babes" at the villa |
The primary stretch of the Mason-Dixon Line is at 39°43′19.92216″ North latitude, which is 39.7222006 degrees north.
ReplyDeleteKansas City sits at 39.0997° N. Ergo, you do indeed live south of the MD Line, properly extended.
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Thank you! Once again, you've educated me. Now you only have 459,786 (https://suburbanstats.org/population/missouri/how-many-people-live-in-kansas-city) more people to educate/convince.
ReplyDeleteMaybe when they find out they are true southerners, they'll take on some of the characteristics associated with the south: 1) manners, 2) hospitality, 3) manners.... see where I'm going with this..... Love you!