Superbowl Sunday in Music City
Trip Start Aug 26, 2005
125Trip End May 26, 2008
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Super bowl Sunday
The Nashville Hostel where I am staying is 17 blocks from the downtown area. A considerable, but walk able walk. I arrived on Super bowl Sunday to a deserted hostel, so at around 4pm I headed into town to scout out a good location to watch the game and find some friends. Considering there are 20 pubs in the downtown strip of Nashville, it took me a while to find the right one. I found 3 good ones, so basically bar hopped between them throughout the game
About 20 minutes later, the guy who he bets against comes up and says he has to leave. He asks me to take care of the 200 dollars and, should he win, then to put the 400 dollars into my favorite charity. Sure, my favorite charity is my travel fund. I tell him about this and he says 'yeah go for it, if you win, it’s yours’. It's a close game, and for the next 30 minutes, I'm sitting there with 200 dollars in my pocket and the potential to walk out of the pub with 400 bucks. WOW! That would just turn my life around right now. The Colts won 29-17 DAMN! 3 points from victory, I reluctantly handed over the $200 to the drunken American Airlines pilot, and as compensation, he tipped me 40 bucks. Not a bad night I thought, as I stumbled home.
Sometime during my visit to Nashville I visited Opryland - the famous music pavilion, where pretty much anyone who is anyone has played. I'm sure Slim Dusty has performed there at some stage
Probably the most 'interesting' bar I’ve been to in the USA and the most enjoyable would be where I spent the majority of my night, just last night:
Someone ordered water, and just like the movie, got the hose down 'Hell no H2O!’ The incredibly hot bar girls danced on the huge bar all night. One even played violin, the other sang, and the third had massive jugs. What more can you ask for. I drank two dollar beer and had a good night of entertainment. It was some Canadian guy’s birthday. He was dragged onto the bar and while one of the girls pinned him down, the other gave him a wedgeee and with a pair of scissors and a bit of muscle, cut his underpants off and tied them around his head. It was hilarious.
The Toronto Ice hockey team - the Maple Leaves, in preparation for their big game against the Nashville Predators tomorrow, were at the bar. A bunch of tools they are.
A little later, they pulled 2 girls from the crowd onto the bar. They had them stand at opposite ends and placed a shot of tequila in the center. One of the girls was told to be a mouse, the other a monkey as they raced towards the shot. Guys are strictly prohibited from getting on the bar and when a drunken Canadian - (a friend of the guy with no underpants) climbed up, the three girls rushed over and pushed him off. He crashed onto a bar stool and then smacked into the floor
BB Kings is another famous bar in Nashville where various artists performed as I boot scooted around the dance floor. It’s easy to pull off moves such as: the robot, the shopping trolley, the lawn mower and my favorite, the fisherman in Nashville, they all seem to do as they please and among the cowboy hats, the boots and the old school flannel clothing, I was just another tourist.
I'm heading straight back to Music row tonight, where there are no fewer than 10 pubs, all with live music. They all play country music, apart from one, a Bluegrass place. But when in Nashville, get involved.
A Random Night
I headed out into the cold night
On stage was a 9 member group. Lots of brass, 3 female singers and dancers and they sounded great. The dance floor was full of locals shaking their stuff and getting right into it. I sat at the bar and between songs I struck up a conversation with an American guy beside me. He offered to buy me a beer. Sure, I’ll have a beer. Oh, let’s have Jägermeister shots too he says. Sure, why not, I’ll have a shot of Jägermeister. So after a few more shots and a few more beers, all on this guys tab I'm feeling pretty good.
His name is Mark and he had come here with his friend and business partner Scott for a meal and a few beers
Scott makes Dry ice and sells it to Mark, who uses high pressure hoses, like sand blasters, but instead of sand, they use dry ice. Ingenious hey. Well I thought so. No sandy mess to clean up. They ice melts and it’s a clean way to clean. We got along well and over the next few beers, Mark suggests we hit up a different kind of bar. Generally something way out of the budget of a backpacker, especially a budget like mine. But Mark insists on paying for everything.
One of the things that has lead me to many unique and memorable experiences is this philosophy: NEVER SAY NO. It leads to some bizarre situations but hasn't failed yet. So with this in mind; YES, LET’S GO TO A FANCY STRIP BAR!
We get in a cab and stop in at the 'Liquor Store'. Mark picks up a 12 pack of beer and a bag of Doritos and gave our cab driver a nice tip. We arrive at the bar and Mark forks over $54. He pays for our entry and because these places don't sell beer it’s a BYO bar but they charge $1 for every beer. It seems a little strange to me.
So, we take a seat and Mark runs off, returning after a short time with a wad of dollar bills at least 2 inches thick! He slaps them on the table and says, go for it boys. I had never seen a stack of bills that thick before, even if they were dollar bills, it was still impressive. It’s all a little surreal at this point. These guys had shouted me everything, all night. Top blokes. The good times continued, as dollar bills from our stack flew onto the stage and bras and underwear flew back at us and that’s about all I'm going to say about that.
I had plans to head south to Memphis today, but after a night like that, I had no chance. So I'm forcing myself to stay in tonight and I’ll be in Memphis tomorrow... I hope.