Day 2: The Dude, or how I learned not to drink before a show day.

Wow, I didn't think so many people would actually read this thing. Now I actually have to keep it updated. Damn you all. Don't you know I have so much more important things to do right now like......sit on my ass at the hotel and watch reruns of No Reservations while recovering from last night's horrible idea?

What horrible idea you ask?

Wait for it.

After getting through the first day of shows, I felt the need to celebrate. And celebrate we did, with White Russians and The Big Lebowski. Super fun, discovered that Steve makes a strong cocktail. I will spare you the details, needless to say getting up at 6am was hell, as was the drive to our first school, as was getting sick across the street before going in to do 3 shows back to back to back. I honestly do not know how I got through those shows, but I did, again stunned by the Hanna Montana mania. I also noticed that at every school we have been to so far, all the students are dressed in red, white or navy blue polos. Not sure if this is exclusive to Tennessee or something that is common in this part of the country. 

Again, I will spare you details, but as we stopped for gas on the way back to the hotel, I found a nice little spot behind a dumpster and.....well. Needless to say I will no longer be drinking during the week when we have an early show the next day. A lesson I am glad to have learned early. At our second school, the VP from TVA, our client/sponsor was there with a couple other suits, and they came up to us after and seemed to really love it, even offered their help should we need anything while we were in town.

For a variety of reasons, (missing family, friends, John, my cat) I'm trying to find a weekend to go home, it's tough because there is always a chance that we will get another show added to the schedule. Weekend after next there is some school work day on a monday so we not only have a 3 day weekend, but the previous Friday our last show is over at 10am so I think I want to check out Graceland and pretend I actually give a shit about Elivs. I am way more excited to go down to Beale Street and check out everything I've always heard about. 

I have named the GPS in the car. His name is Patty O' TomTom (yes, it is actually a tomtom) He has an irish accent which amuses me to no end, because I will be driving and totally forget about it, and then he will advise to "turn left into motorway, stay in the right lane", and I just giggle. Every time. So I have decided to write an ode to Patty O' TomTom. And it shall be epic.

EPIC.

or, if you prefer:

Legend-

wait for it......

dary! (thank you NPH)