No need to slaughter the fatted calf –my calves are fatted enough, thank you– but I have returned! I want to thank the always fragrant Francesca for posting double time on her instruction line in my absence. Friends, I will tell you that this trip has been fraught, FRAUGHT with peril, heartache and woe, not the least of which included getting trailed through the entire state of Arksansas and a good portion of Tennessee by a bemulleted (naturally) trucker with interesting thoughts on how one might go about wooing a woman at 85 miles an hour.
I don’t want to ruin it for you because really you need the full experience to truly appreciate it, but the basics involved quite a lot of honking, weird tongue gestures that would be better suited on an epileptic garter snake and, from what I could see, rubbing of his manly bosoms.
I’m not sure if he was rubbing his manly bosoms in hopes of getting some mirrored response, or bosom rubbing for bosom-rubbing’s sake but the whole effect lacked a certain, shall we say, erotic subtlety and I was glad to be rid of him as I pulled into Nashville.
For all the Nashvillians out there, or people who will be passing through the OTHER music city (Austin, of course, being the One True music city) let me recommend Sperry’s Restaurant in Belle Meade. I’ve never been to such an unusual combination of down-home and upscale, and although it can be a bit crowded with boisterous revelers –at one point there was an old inebriated man charmingly introducing himself to all the pretty young women in the room– I recommend it highly. Try the rack of New Zealand lamb…and well, let me just say had I not been wearing my favorite DVF wrap dress, that lamb would definitely had been the best rack in the room.
Just a reminder that the Richmond Face to Face is tomorrow, December 18th, at the hotel bar of the historic and kick-you-in-the-teeth fabulous Jefferson Hotel. I will try to have a sign set up, but if not, ask for Plumcake or just come find the big girl in the black sequined dress. So! Excited!
You were in west Tennessee and didn’t do a Face to Face in Memphis?? I am brokenhearted!
(I lived in Austin for six years, but Memphis can hold its own when it comes to music!)
Comment by class-factotum — December 17, 2007 @ 5:04 pm
Welcome back!
Comment by Margo — December 17, 2007 @ 5:16 pm
How late do you think you will be at the Jefferson?
I could get there around 8:30 or so, but I’d hate to drive an hour and have everything be done.
Comment by Lunakitsch — December 17, 2007 @ 7:33 pm
You were in Nashville and there was no face to face! Infinite saddness. And yes isn’t Sperry’s great? Nashville really doesn’t get the recognition it deserves for all of its great eateries. There’s some seriously good grub in this town. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed your time here!
Comment by Brittany — December 18, 2007 @ 1:06 pm
Aww, wish I could be there.
Oh, and speaking of F2F’s, Willy Wayne called. He wants to know if you are passing back his way so he can take you to Waffle House for some Hash Browns.
Comment by Susan — December 18, 2007 @ 6:16 pm