Nash-vegas, baby!

I worked Nashville last week.  Yes, yes I did.  Early flight at 7:50am Wednesday on AA direct to BNA and I was at the office and ready to go by 10am.  I got my rental car, which just happened to be this:

Yep, BRIGHT yellow Camero.  2010 model.  29 miles on the OD.  (That's cool speak for odometer)

The agent was sort of apologetic about it.  So was I.



I mean, honestly.  I drive a Honda Accord.  Does it get any frumpier?  It's fully loaded, but it ain't yellow and it doesn't go 0-60 in 10 seconds.  More like 2 minutes!

I worked two full days in the market, showing wine and making some new friends, while also visiting old customers I've worked with before.  Nashville is a good market and my distributor is full of good people.  The only downside was I happened to arrive in the middle of a major heat-wave.  At one point, temps soared to 108, but they hovered during the day typically around 100, plus or minus 5.  Not the best temperature for drinking Malbec, but we did our best to push some wine.

I stayed at the Hutton Hotel, which is a great little hotel on West End Avenue.  I like this place, not just because they pimp my wine, but the bartenders are lively, the food is thoughtful, and the shower has one of those awesome shower heads that looks like a giant sunflower coming directly down from the ceiling.  And they supply you with L'Occitane products.  (Sometimes I am shameful and pretend I need an extra set....shhhhhhh!)

The toilet experience is one of those water-conserving types too.  You know the kinds, where you push one for "#1" and the other for "#2" and from my travels abroad, I usually see one part of the flushing mechanism bigger than the other.  You know what to do.  But I have never seen it this obvious!

I usually hang out at the bar after the day is done and this is one of my favorite bars to hang out in.  Greg, the GREGarious bartender always makes me feel right at home.  He even remembers my name - as Meagan.  Close enough.  And he throws me a few free glasses here and there.  And he thinks I am a "shy, sweet little flower."  Love the delusion I get to live there!

I was joking one night at the bar with a songwriter, which by the way, is a very rare ambition in Nashville, about my yellow car.  Apparently I made quite an entrance in that thing.  I told him I expected royalties from Carrie Underwood's next big hit if she mentions a yellow Camero.

On Friday, I flew home.  No drama, everything was on time, and that is my favorite airline experience.  But I got to MIA and there were TSA agents everywhere.  On stilts.  I still have no idea why.  I swear to you they were on stilts.

And no, I didn't have a cocktail on my flight!  This woman was talking to travelers from a 5ft advantage!  Weird.....