Since i do not commute into nashville on a daily basis, I was unsure what time to leave to make an 8:00 a.m. meeting near Vanderbilt. Let me be clear about this…leaving at 6:00 a.m. is unnecessary. I intended to be here early, sure, but the meeting is supposed to take place at this trendy coffee boutique and i got here before they unlocked the doors! I wandered down the street to that wildly popular place that sells 9 dollar pancakes. Ha. I had some toast and orange juice feel lucky that i got some change from my double sawbuck.
Interestingly, this coffee place, located in a part of town that I always assumed takes great pride in being “connected”, has only three electrical outlets. The wifi signal is nice and strong, but if my laptop battery performs like i suspect…the wifi won’t matter. I’ll go dark. And you, good and gentle readers, will suffer for it. All I can say is that I didn’t call this meeting, and i didn’t pick the place. Seems like nobody ever wants to meet in Rivergate…
So I’m here first, of course, watching harried commuters go by on what i think is 21st. The machine that makes your coffee all frothy is pretty loud. Plus, not a single beatnik in sight. (I can’t believe beatnik got past my spell-checker)
I may very well try to live-blog this here meetin with the good Congressman, who, btw, I single-handedly elected to the U.S. Senate last night in a hastily constructed email. Usually, I handle my liquor better than that. Considering that Congressman Cooper agreed to speak at my MoveOn fundraiser before bowing out last minute, you’d think i wouldn’t make a mistake like that, sloshed or not. Southern Beale was nice enough to point out my error in all caps this morning. I hate her.
I got nuthin. Well, it looks like Carissa’s Antiques is closing down, there is a sign on the window that says “Baby #4, Mommy out the door”. Strikes me as odd, like running a business with 3 babies is no problem, but 4 is just right out. Or did i miss the point on the sign?
Spragens just drove in, nice ride John. Big ass Obama sticker on the rear glass. My man.
I suppose I’ll hit submit now, and continue this until my computer gives up.