Friday 6/12/2009 at 4:02 p.m. - I get an email from my best friend, an intern at Birmingham's stunning Museum of Art. What on earth were we going to do over the weekend? The following is our conversation:
Ashlyn: Cabin fever. BAD. i'm about to say lets jet off to ATL or nashvilleSloan: really?? can we please? i just said those exact same words to my mother i am DYING to get outta this town. (I should add at this point that, despite a Braves game, we have been kicking it in the fabulous 'Ham for approximately 5 consecutive months.)Ashlyn: you think we could swing it? you know i'm in if you are.Sloan: well. we'd have to decide where first.Ashlyn: ha. okay, hm. can we go to n'ville?
Bingo. 1.5 hours later, with Vera Bradley bags packed and Dave's new album blaring, my counterpart and I hit the road
I-65: Northbound to Nashville.