We made it to Nashville and my hubs who MAKES IT HAPPEN, made it happen. And we've got ourselves another night here at our hotel. So now there's only the small matter of tickets standing between Bono, his leather pants and me. And that, sir, is just a technicality.
And then there's the bad news:
We left the mountains without getting to see this:
I am devastated.
I'll see you soon. Off to eat pancakes at some famous place because that's what I need, pancakes in this vacation bloated body.