Old McKarl Had a Farm – EEH EYE EEH EYE OHH
Randy and I returned from Nashville last night. All in all, it was actually quite a nice trip. I had fears, as I mentioned before, about being in the south, gay, on a farm, and with three children 24/7. But it wasn’t bad!
We arrived late on Friday night and just chatted a bit before heading to bed. On Saturday, we stayed at the house (yes, on the farm). I even got to help feed the chickens and goats which, though caged, seemed to find ways to get out and walk all over the yard.
Later in the day, they even somehow got me to, gasp, play some football. I’d like to mention here that I was able to throw the ball the furthest and also kick the ball both highest and furthest. I’m still not sure, as a gay men, if I should feel shame or pride…but it’s leaning toward the latter.
That night, Randy’s sister-in-law prepared pulled pork for dinner.
On Sunday, we drove into Nashville to participate in Randy’s nephew’s cross-country track meet. Hundreds of elementary school children running about in one of the most disorganized sporting events I’ve ever seen. It was also around 90 and humid.
After the race we went to the Parthenon. For some insane reason, Nashville proudly calls itself the Athens of the South. Now, I’ve never been to Athens, but I’m fairly positive I can assure you there are no similarities between the two cities. The Parthenon (supposedly an exact replica, but made with tacky pebbly concrete) sits in a big field, but was closed because it’s after September first (WTF)??
Randy and I did, however, make it back to Nashville on Monday. We explored the Lower Broadway area…home to country music and chock-full of honky-tonks (and cowbody hat and boot shops). Oh, and the Charlie Daniels Museum of course (where I modeled a confederate flag cowboy shirt for Randy). We were in the area on a Monday between 1PM and 3:30PM and all of the bars had live music playing; the doors were wide open and country music blared out of every doorway we passed. I can’t imagine what the place is like after dark…or on a weekend.
We had lunch at some earthy/crunchy place called the Pita Pit, then walked around some more. Nashville is a surprisingly small city. It has a very small downtown then very close by were single-family residential areas. On the plus side, it’s got a fairly remarkable collection of art- deco buildings.
We flew home last night and now I don’t have a single trip planned until December 26th.
But we’ll see about that.
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Just what are you doing to that chicken….I hope the goats were safe.
Oh, than angle does make it appear that the chicken has been placed someplace in appapropriate. Trust me…it wasn’t.
Oh, one more Nashville thing that I found strange: they had no gas. There were gas stations aplenty, but they all had empty pumps. Apparently, after the last hurricane (the one that struck Texas..a few states away) people panicked and stocked up on gas. Consequently, all of the stations have run out of fuel.
It was the strangest thing to see ropes around gas stations blocking your entry. And the few stations still open had long lines. How does this happen? Why would only one city in the entire country have no gas? Why couldn’t more be delivered?
It’s not just Nashville – Atlanta, a far bigger city, is basically out of gas. And other areas of the South. It has to do with disruption of piplelines that deliver in the Gulf – apparently some areas of the country are dependent on them, up here we are not.
Tomorrow I want to see the karl in a confederate shirt and cowboy hat picture up here.
You forgot to mention other wonders of Gastronomy. 5 guys burgers!
yummy