My last evening in Nashville...

George Jones at
the Ryman Auditorium

...I am quite depressed that this trip is almost over. Don't get me wrong, I can't wait to see my family, and my horses, and my dog tomorrow night. But I wish I had one more day. You know what they say, time flies when you are having fun. And this weekend flew right by. On Saturday, I took it a little easy. After sleeping in, and relaxing in the hotel, I wandered around Nashville. I found the Bass Pro Shop, a western wear store, and I explored the Dukes of Hazzard museum, which is adjacent to the old Sun Records studio. After that, I went on a wild goose hunt, in which I got a little lost. While arguing with my GPS, I took an exit ramp to take me back to the Opryland area. Since I was arguing with Helga, I failed to notice the giant tour bus that was attempting to merge onto the ramp. After the potential collision, I finally found my way back to the Opryland exit. As I was waiting at a red light, the tour bus passed me in the turning lane...with a license plate reading "GJ". I didn't think it was possible, but I took a moment to look at a familiar tour bus that night at the Ryman. It's official...I almost wrecked into George Jone's tour bus.

The show was phenomenal. My seats were right by the stage, and, despite the drunkards screaming "I love you George" every three minutes, it was an inspiring performance. From the opening act to "He Stopped Loving Her Today", I was completely blown away.

Nashville...
I'll be back :)

So, although I have returned to boring ole Indiana, I am still dangling from cloud nine. I feel blessed to have had the opportunity to visit Tennessee. I met some great people at a little bar, I listened to some amazing songwriters at the Bluebird (On in particular I will speak about at a later time. I have asked permission to post a link to his music. If he approves this, I will go into further detail), I sat on the steps at the Grand Ole Opry to take pictures of some country superstars, and I watched from a bench in the Ryman as the king of country music himself took the stage. It was, hands down, the best Spring Break ever.