The apartment is empty and in great need of re-organization due to all of the new bedding piled everywhere. Two air mattresses, sheets and blankets for those. I tripled my bedding supplies-course, one mattress is a twin. Always a place to stay at my apartment-which needs a clever name something that indicates it's crashpad status. Casa de Cramped. But it was fun. The whole weekend was fun. The chance to tourist it up in Nashville is cool. Ate at the Loveless Cafe (mmmmm....biscuits....) went to the CMHofF. Augh, what else did we do?
There was sushi to be enjoyed, and tots. Lots of tots. We skipped the Today show downtown due to how we aren't insane and standing in the rain to see Kenny Chesney with five million people seemed like maybe a less than fun experience. Course, the highlight of the trip was the "incident at the Bluegrass" A real live incident at the Bluegrass! Not like one of the ones we'd made up over the years. Some dumbass pseudo-punks got in it with some other dumbass persons and started yelling and threatening each other. The bouncer (a very large man with a variety of tattoos on his shaved head and burly arms) left his post at the door and prepared to participate in some bouncing. The bartender tried to let things go but it was not calming down and she at one point was holding a stool up ready to bash someone over the head. One of the guys-the biggest jerkoff of the bunch, the real maker of trouble (he looked less like a suburban punk and more like someone looking to kick some ass) took off his shirt and gave every indication he was going to start taking people out. There was a couple at a table right next to all of this, I don't think they were involved but they were cornered. My group was in the corner next to the ramp and railing. Next to the bar, but we thought far enough away. The bartender called the police when the fighters wouldn't listen to reason and she happily recounted that she went all Jennifer Garner on their ass and poked a guy in the eye with her thumb to get him to let go of another guy he'd had in a headlock. There was an actual fight too-punches were thrown and they came tumbling down and back against the rail that looked about ready to give out and break-causing the fight to spill over into our corner. The band kept playing and people up front kept dancing and having a good time. Layla came from out of nowhere to help throw people out. These guys couldn't take a hint and I got up and was ready to move behind the bar if need be. And it seemed like there would be a need-I was worried a bit because while I could dive head first over the bar and do some fancy work in short order that wasn't the case for everyone around. Then it was over, the staff had thrown them out and everyone sort of was shaking their heads trying to figure out what had happened. Close as anyone could tell they were 1) fuckin' tourists who had 2) brought it into the Bluegrass from somewhere else and 3) thought the dive-iest bar would be the easiest to fight in so obviously they were 4) idiots who don't know that the LAST place you want to fuck with someone is in a place like that.
No one was hurt. It was just wild.
Thursday night was the Are You Ready...show at the Mercy. Pretty good crowd-not as big as one would hope, but good still. Saw lots of people-mingled and mangled a little bit too. Most of the bands playing didn't interest me-those that did were quite good. Although I could've done with a little less sit down and listen music and a little more dance and be rowdy music. Just not that kind of crowd I guess.
It's getting to where I know people and I am trying to work my way into talking to everyone and saying hello. Not networking, just not being standoffish McShy Person. And I'm doing pretty good at it.