Mama in the City

Hello again! I know it looks like I started a blog to abandon it, but trust me, I didn’t.

My sister, Echo (yes that’s her real name), was in town and it was her first time to Nashville so we were living it up. Well, trying to anyway. It was nice to be able to explore new places and play tourist. Since moving here I have only been into the city for doctor appointments and to see where my husband works. This time was way different and it just makes me even more excited to see what else the city has to offer.

The first few days of her visit were pretty low key. We explored Murfreesboro and had a yummy dinner at a cute little pub called The Goat. It has a nice open atmosphere and outdoor seating. Let me tell you, that food was delicious! Seriously, I ate so much I probably should have been rolled out of there.

The next day we went to Franklin and checked out the Carnton Plantation. Learning about the local history here in the south is fascinating.  However, it was probably the hottest day of the year so far, and we took my three children. I know, what was I thinking, right? In my mind I had this picture, we would take the kids, look around, take in the history and go downtown and have some ice cream. Sounds fun, right? Sure. I forgot to take into account a two-year-old with no nap and who seriously cannot handle the extreme weather in any form.  A growing five-year-old who is constantly hungry. A one-year-old who hates being in a car who ALSO hates being held. So yeah, it did not go as planned. But I guess it could have been worse. Only a few tears were shed (ok, so what if they were my tears?) and everyone got safely home with food in their bellies and no permanent physical or emotional damage. Can I get a halleluiah?

By the end of the week, I was exhausted and crabby. My husband even said I was being a bit of a bear. True love right there folks. So I was ready, really ready to go out and have some fun. What is the saying on Real Housewives of Orange County (yes, I indulge in trash tv)? I wanted to “whoop it up.”  So Friday afternoon my husband took the kids and my sister and me went into the city.

We started the afternoon playing tourist on Broadway, checking out the shops and taking in some live music. After binge watching the show Nashville, we convinced ourselves to check out the famous Blue Bird Cafe. So we went for the early show. That place is nothing like I expected! Very tiny and stuck in between two businesses in a tiny strip mall. But it is quaint and it is legendary. By this time, my *much* younger, and single sister wanted to go back to Broadway and dance the night away. Trust me, this is not just a saying to Echo, it’s her mantra!

Nashville definitely does not disappoint. Every bar has live music (on multiple levels of the buildings), rooftop entertainment and a friendly, wild (but safe) atmosphere. We danced, we drank and we sang our way from one place to the next. We made new friends and even had a leg workout walking to each rooftop patio. But it’s been a while, ok, years, since I have “whooped it up.” So this mama was tired…..at 8 pm. I tried to get my sister to head home, but again, she was ready to dance the night away, literally. After 3 more hours, I got her to agree to go home. With a pounding head and a happy heart, we finally went to bed.

I have learned a few things from this night in the city;

1.) I am getting old

2.) Comfort trumps style (I would like to think I can handle it the other way, but no)

3.)When you are done for the night at 8pm, it means you need to get out more

4.) It takes longer to recover after you hit 30

5.) Nashville is a fun city

 

One thought on “Mama in the City

  1. It DOES take longer to recover when we get older.. but I just take that to mean that I’ll get more done in the morning 😉 Glad you had a fun time overall though. I’ve never been to Nashville.

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