Viva Nashvegas!

When we left Harrisonburg, VA this morning, it was still dark. Gross. It was thundering and pouring rain, 46 degrees, and one of those "good luck" hawks following us left three big splotches on my windshield to welcome us to Tennessee. But leaving early paid off, and we got to sunny Nashville and its 80+ degree weather by 3 pm CST.

Once in downtown Nashvegas, as the locals call it, we headed to the Country Music Hall of Fame and Museum. There we saw Elvis' gold piano and pimped-out Cadillac (seriously, he set up a living room with TV in the back), saw tacky-ass country star costumes, learned that Brad Paisley and Carrie Underwood are really teensy and Taylor Swift is a giant, and found out that Hank Williams was kind of a dick, but had an extensive and admirable collection of taxidermy. This is a set of squirrels he had stuffed and formed into one rockin' band:

He was also a real drunk.

Speaking of drinking, Nashville would be a real cool place to go out if I felt like bar-hopping. The people are friendly and there's music literally everywhere. Still, it's no New Orleans... I love that city. Momma Rigaz and I went to a cool dive, Robert's Western World, and then got some BBQ at Rippy's (their motto: "If you pull my pork, I'll rub your ribs").

Momma Rigaz's Wildlife and Roadkill Report

2 coyotes

5 raccoons

2 foxes

2 possums

5 groundhogs

2 turkeys

No live animals to report today.

I got to eat Krystal burgers for lunch and just had the best ice cream of my life, homemade red velvet cake flavor from Mike's Ice Cream, and now we're settling in so I can watch the Pee Wee Herman HBO special. Yes, I did the tequila dance in our hotel room.

Tomorrow we're hoping to make it to Oklahoma City, home of the musical Oklahoma and domestic terrorism. This means tomorrow's blog post will probably be the most boring blog post in the history of blog posts. Goodnight!