2400 miles, 14 states, 4 guys, 1 Volvo Part 7 (Nashville)

The next day we woke up early to go exploring. Carl and I wanted to pick up hot sauce, and Marco and Jan needed to pick up some clothes, so we headed out to pick up just that. Before heading to shop, we decided to have a quick brunch stop at one of the many the neo-cosmopolitan restaurants popping up all over the place. We ended up at Butchertown hall where I picked up a vegan-friendly fried green tomato taco while the boys settled into some juicy burgers.

After the quiz shopping trip, we soon found ourselves in a white pick-up truck that was our Uber heading towards the Country Music Hall of Fame. One thing that really struck me was how Taylor Swift had a huge section of the museum. It struck me as her music currently is not the most country. After more touring of the museum and trying to write raunchy country music lyrics on a refrigerator we headed back to the Airbnb to freshen up before dinner.

Nashville is famous for hot chicken and fried catfish that’s bathed in a delightfully spicy powder. We went to a Nashville establishment, Bolton’s Spicy Chicken and Fish. It was here where we met up with my fellow bandmate Taylor and his girlfriend, Noah. Dinner was incredibly flavorful, spicy and college-student friendly priced. Jan decided to test himself by enjoying the second highest spice level.

This, unfortunately, led to some toilet-related consequences the next day. I like to believe that I have a high spice tolerance so in addition to selecting medium spice I decided to drown my fish in some hot sauce. Almost instantly I regretted that decision but my god the fish was so good it is worth it.

After our insane spicy feast, we soon headed towards downtown to enjoy some good old live music. While most of the bars were 21+, we managed to find a fun bar that was 18 and up. The bar had live music in one section and in another part was karaoke. After spending some time listening to some great live music, I decided to sign myself up for Karaoke. After several ounces of liquid courage later I soon got up on stage and sang Red Solo Cup. Never in my life would I get a bar in Nashville to sing a ridiculous song with me. After surprisingly not embarrassing myself we headed back to the Airbnb to clear up some Nashville beers, more bourbon and end the night on a fun note with more comfort food.

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