After looking forward to this leg of the journey for months, we finally arrive in Nashville, Tennessee. We stayed right down the road from The Grand Ol Opry, at a park called Two Rivers Campground. The first night we stayed in camp, getting settled in. The second night our friends, Shari and Greg, from Tampa, Florida, picked us up to go downtown for a few drinks.
Downtown Nashville is now one of my favorite places to bar hop. Every place you go has live music, mostly country music, which is great for me! After many beers and greasy cheeseburgers, we hopped in the shuttle back to camp. Little did we know that we would be riding with the funniest drunk person we had ever met. Her name was Marge, and she was from Minnesota. I'm sure that her strong Minnesota accent added to the funniness. "Yeah sure, you betcha!" She had the whole back of the bus laughing. Once she found out that we were also staying at Two Rivers Campground, she started a cheer of "give me a T! Give me an O! Oh wait, I mean give me a W!" After she asked my name, she kept calling me Nancy, so when she asked what Paul's name was, I told her Bob. When she wanted to know what space we were in, I refused to tell her, picturing her outside the camper serenading us or something! She told us their space number, and when I walked by the next morning, they had already left. I can imagine the hangover she must have had, and the hell it would be bouncing down the road, back toward Minnesota in an RV. Marge will always be remembered fondly by Nancy and Bob!
The next night was the start of the pre-concert festivities. Kenny Chesney's No Shoes Nation had descended on Nashville! I had friends from all over the US and Canada in town. Paul and I thought we'd stop by the bar that was hosting the nights party, have a few drinks, say hi to my friends, then go get some dinner. Well, that was my plan. Paul knew that once I was in the same room with my crazy friends with live music was playing, it wasn't going to be a quick stop. He's a smart man! He also persuaded me to put my name into a raffle. They were giving away t-shirts and sandbar tickets to the next nights tour opening concert. For those of you that do not know what sandbar is, it's an area right next to the stage that is standing room only. For this show, they cost almost $1000 each. That included a signed guitar and a bunch of other swag. You couldn't buy just the ticket. Well, as always, Paul was right. I won two tickets for the sandbar! It didn't include any extras, but I don't have room for anything extra in the camper anyway. Needless to say, we never made it to dinner and the bar tab was Big! Ha!
Since the first concert on the Big Revival tour was also Kenny's birthday, I decorated party hats for all of us. I know, I'm a dork!
Paul had no interest in going to the concert, so I gave Shari my extra sandbar ticket. We were the first two people in that side of the sandbar. We were joined by a bunch of friends, and made new friends too. As usual, Kenny put on a hell of a show! Since it was his birthday, a few of his friends showed up. Taylor Swift, Grace Potter, Uncle Kracker, David Lee Murphy, and Joe Walsh, it was epic!
Kenny was doing another concert there the next night, and you know I wouldn't miss it! There were only a few other friends going to that one. We spent the afternoon hanging out downtown before the show.
I was the only one with a ticket that included a pre-concert party, with food and drinks, so I went to the party alone. I had met a couple of girls the night before that were going to be there, so I figured I wouldn't be all alone. Well, they had already left the party before I arrived, so when I scanned the room and saw no one I knew, my first instinct was to leave. I'm not one to go anywhere alone! I fought the urge to flee, got a beer, a plate of food, and found a small table unoccupied. That didn't last long. A girl asked if she and her husband could join me. I was so relieved! When they told me they were from Kenny's home town, I figured they were his family. I was right, a cousin. They were such nice people, we kept drinking and hanging out in the VIP lounge, and missed the opening show with Chase Rice. Good times!
The second nights concert was just as good if not better than the first. Even though I didn't have anyone I knew sitting by me, I had the best time. The people around me probably wished I would stop singing along and dancing and jumping around. I just couldn't help myself!
After staying up late four nights in a row, I couldn't drag myself downtown on Saturday night. I had a bunch of friends that would be there, and knew I'd have a great time, but I just couldn't work up the energy. I need my 10 hours of beauty sleep a night!
I felt much better on Sunday morning. Luckily, some of my friends were still in town, and we met for breakfast. It was so nice to get together somewhere where we could talk without having to yell over the music. I know I said I love live music, it's just not conducive to catching up with friends.
Paul and I planned on going back downtown for our last night there. There was a BBQ joint that we really wanted to try. As Paul was putting the camper back on the truck, he pulled the truck away to reposition it, and forgot to disconnect the wiring harness that attaches the truck to the camper. The connection within the harness came apart. We tried to cut it open and reattach the wires, to no avail. Paul was just going to build a new wiring loom, however, he did some research online and found that he couldn't just replace it due to it's proprietary design by the manufacturer, F#%^!!!!! This means we have no brake lights or turn signals until we get a replacement part. We were able to add a few nights to our stay at the campground, and had the part shipped there. The funny thing is, there was an RV sales lot next door with a Lance camper right up front with the wiring harness dangling down, like ripe fruit for the picking. It was tempting, but we are not "those people." Ok, if there was a natural disaster, we'd have snatched that sucker and slipped a hundred dollar bill under the door!
While we were waiting for the part to come in, we finally got to try the BBQ. It was well worth the wait!
Four days later than we thought, but we are heading back to South Carolina. We are going to check out The Great Smoky Mountains on the way. Gotta go, Paul is just finished cooking dinner! Love those lazy firemen!