Why i don't leave my zip code...

Hello fellow bloggers (and non-bloggers). I realize it's been a while since I have written, it's been a crazy few weeks.

I was reminded tonight of why i'm not a fan of the E. Nashville area. Here's some of my pet peeves about the other side of the river (1) it's confusing and I always get lost, (2) it's seems like a very pricey place to live and you don't even get a back yard, how much do we (and our dogs) love our back yards, and (3) it seems like a million miles away (relatively and figuratively) from Brentwood/Cool Springs area. Anyway, a few Saturdays ago was Tomato Fest -- and my friend Kenny wanted to go. I thought it sounded like fun and gave up my ban on E. Nashville for the day. Kenny and I met up at his house and followed each other down into the 'five points' district; after 4 right turns and one or two lefts, we finally found a place to park. I knew it was going to be an intersting day when we were looking for a place to park and saw a 40-something year-old dude RIDING a cooler a cooler on a scooter), it was pretty cool but after further research, appears to be a very expensive cooler.

Anyway, we parked and walked a few blocks to the event... It ended up being hot and crowded, and there were all types of people walking the two block stretch. After 20 minutes of walking up and down the street, we stopped for froze lemonades. It brought a little relief but after walking around and fighting the crowds for another 20 minutes we both determined we had enough and were ready for lunch.

We decided to get some 'tex-mex' at a local bar... which ended up an adventure in itself, it was Tomato Fest none the less. They were ill-prepared (and maybe a bit hung over) to deal with the unexpected crowd. Thankfully we had it was still a bit early and we found some seats at the bar. We were able to place our orders rather quickly... between us getting our orders placed and it making it to the table, all heck broke loose. The place filled up even further with fellow Tomato Fest/E. Nashvillians... I was quickly reminded why i don't venture across the river very often. It was like a soap opera ~ the manager showed up late (looking a bit rough) and could not fuction until she had her first cup of coffee; to a couple came in and ordered bloody marys (it was Tomato Fest mind you) and tried to put them in a 'to-go' cup - uh, last i knew we were not in New Orleans; to the crowd of ten that stood in the middle of the bar waiting on a big table (crowding us all); to the 'manager' telling all (customers, waitstaff, cooks, etc...) that they can no longer fill food orders. Thankfully we had gotten there early and our order had made the cut...

All in and all, it made for an interesting afternoon and my sandwich was mighty tasty but it'll probably be awhile before I venture back across the river.

~~~~~~~~~~~~Get Well Granny Robbins!!!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~