An Ol’ Broad’s Ramblings
Our Afternoon
After the Mr and I left the Tea Party, it was definitely time for lunch. We took a stroll up the street and came across a place with OUR kind of sign on the door – “Smoking allowed! No one under 21 allowed!” heh Pretty good food too.
During lunch, I discovered the Mr had never been to Nashville. Really? Odd. Since he plays bluegrass, I thought he would have least come here once. Guess not. So, we decided to walk down to where they have all kinds of instrument stores, bars, tourist crap, and of course, the Country Music Hall of Fame and Museum.
Obviously, the front.
Seriously, that is one ugly vehicle. Door handles like toy six shooters, a saddle in the front seat? Some folks have more money than taste. (No idea who the guy is. Walked right into my shot. Putz.)
Speaking of more money than taste….Elvis’ limo.
Ya can’t see it too well, but that’s an itty bitty TV with an round antenna sitting there. Heh.
Here’s the Mr checking out just one wall of those Gold Records that are plastered all over the place.

I don’t mean to cast aspersions, but does anyone else think that perhaps Porter Wagoner was…umm….well…perhaps…..a tad ‘light in the loafers’?

Granted, a lot of the old time country stars wore seriously spangley outfits, but that guitar…. Hmmm…..
And this one is strickly for Chris. See that butt ugly “C” there?



















Oh I’ll getcha for that!!! And quite frankly, that’s the prettiest one of the bunch!!
*snicker*
…hey, they got the horseshoe on top of the C, where it belongs.
Pfft!