Let's just call this an adventure

After I had my fill of Birmingham, Mac and I made plans for Nashville. We figured we could meet one of our friends who lives in Tennessee in Nashville for a night instead of driving right through to Jersey. I booked a room online the day before after much arguing over in which hotel we would spend our night. We packed the hell out of her little Volks Wagon, and after many tearful goodbyes between MacAttack and her friends, we jumped on rout 65 for 400 miles.

As a general rule, most outtings with the two of us turn into "an adventure". I tend to bring destruction wherever I go (much like Reptar), and I call them adventure to let Mac know that what she is feeling is fun and not the urge to hit me. This time I painstakingly planned our route as well as the pit stops. I brought all things we would need in all emergencies. No way would this trip go sour, and we indeed get there at a decent hour with getting lost.

(Above: Reptar)

After two random mixes of my own concoction and a Modest mouse CD, we arrived! The city was more impressive than Cleveland and Birmingham combined; however, I was still underwhelmed because I grew up visiting and working in New York City, so I am kind of a big deal.

We take our little rolley bags and excitedly skip to the front desk of a very fancy Millennium Maxwell House Hotel. After about 2 min, the women at the desk asks us if we are sure that we made the reservation. I thought long and hard about that- yup, I forgot to hit submit on the website when I "booked" the room.

(Above: Our awesome hotel)

"It's an adventure Mac, and adventure" I cower as she clenches her fists and bites her lower lip. Turns out there were many rooms still available because no one goes to Nashville on a Sunday night. WHEW! It also only cost us about $15 more dollars, and my dignity is cheap. It was still a sweet deal!

Also, I did not get punched. Mac forgave me when I told her that I would pay!