When we had returned to our hotel the previous night, we met the desk clerk again and asked for suggestion of places to visit. But since the Grand Ol' Opry was closed for renovations, all he came up with was returning back to Broadway to see a few more of the bars. We wanted to branch away from the same scene. We did find our way to the Belmont Mansion. It was the home of an heiress of the civil war time period. As we walked through the rooms furnished as it was in the 1800s, our guide told us stories of the family and how Mrs. Adelicia Hayes Franklin Acklen Cheatham came about her wealth (and how she was known to have required her second and third husbands to sign pre-nups). It was very fascinating to get a glimpse of the life of a southern belle, who broke boundaries of her time.
We got on the road again and driving out of Nashville we passed many signs advertising local things to do. And like wineries are to California and breweries are to Colorado, whiskey distilleries are to Tennessee. We didn’t stop of course, (whiskey and driving just don’t go well) and kept to the road listening to some Ray Charles, and The Presidents of the United States of America. Like the rest of the trip we broke the driving up and soon enough we were checking into another hotel.
Becca had made the comment early in the trip that the first week was work and the second week was play. And so it seemed. We dropped our bags and went on a second attempt for margaritas and Mexican. We had better luck then the small town in Arizona. Our waiter was friendly so we asked him for some recommendations to get the feel for Atlanta’s nightlife. He suggested a place to get margaritas by the pitcher, we nodded and thanked him, but already have lived our college days, we were thinking something a little more low key.
We ended up at a place that was supposed to have live music, but we were too early for it. The bartender said that next door was always a blast, with some kind of karaoke as entertainment. We went there, paid the cover, and walked into an empty room. He forgot to mention the karaoke didn’t start for another hour. I’m not sure if it was the long hours on the road, the early mornings, or just our homebody habits, but at that point, sleep sounded better than waiting around. So we went to the bouncer and asked for our cover money back (we gave him the poor puppy dog look). We then took the ten dollars and spent it on cheesecake and coffee. It turned out to be a much better alternative.
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