James and I went to Nashville for a couple's retreat put on by the Army. We had an evening away from class and were told to go do a relationship building activity. Well, I don't know if you've been watching the Weather Channel lately, but Tennessee is getting fucked up by tornadoes and thunderstorms. So instead of going to the zoo or to a mini golf course and risk being blown away or struck by lightening, we bar hopped in downtown Nashville.
And I got HAMMERED. 6 hours of continuous drinking will do that.
I haven't been that drunk in public since the last time I went to Las Vegas. If that is any kind of gauge, you should be impressed-- I was a hot mess. I won't get into the details to save my mom the embarrassment of having raised a drunk, but let me just say, there was hysterical laughter, low crawling and vomit.
Lots and lots of vomit.
We had a really good time. I'm not quite sure the chaplain really meant for us to go get black out drunk as a relationship building exercise, but hey, every couple is different.
I too have been drunk in Nashville. Drunk and disruptive on a country stars home tour. With my mother. Its one of those cities where in lieu of other options it seems the most sensible thing to do. Like Baltimore.
ReplyDeleteNashville seems like it's best experienced through drunk eyes and ears, being that I am not a big country music fan.
ReplyDeleteI just LOVE that "Vomit" is one of your tags. It makes my day whenever I see them. :)
ReplyDeleteYeah, vomit is suprisingly recurrent in my blogs. ;)
ReplyDeletethe crawling and vomiting,been there done that as well.
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