
Where do you go when you are in Nashville? You go to the Honkey Tonk. At least that is what all the signs, people, and commercials in that city said, and I had one reply. "What the fuck is a honkey tonk?" (please think about Jay from Jay and SIlent Bob Strike Back during his internet rant when you read the previous line, if you don't know anything about Jay and Silent Bob, get off my blog).
"Close your eyes" is the response of my Nashville native friend, "and imagine a tumble weed rolling across the dessert, and imagine the sound of two old fashion swingy doors of a saloon swinging." Apparently a honkey tonk is a western movie; however, when we got there I realized it is just a crappy bar with live music just like every other bar with one exception, the band members are prostitutes. Every band we saw in Nashvilel that night, and there were many because
I am unemployed, and I prefer to spend New Jersey tax dollars on an imported Yuengling beer instead of a crappy rendition of "Save a Horse Ride Cowboy". I did not have enough for both because apparently one song cost the good bar patrons 20 bucks! Hell to the no!
Because we gave exactly zero dollars to the bands, we were afraid to sing along, dance, nod our heads to the music, or even smile because it meant we enjoyed the free atmosphere. I was alright with this until the lead singer walked up to me and hit me upside the head with the giant plastic tip jar. I smiled, painfully, and said "I am sorry but I just spent my money on beer." She then said into the microphone, "Well as long as you are having a good time." Oh man! Physical
(Left: drink paid for by your taxes, why yes it is an appletini- easy on the tini)
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