Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Blame it all on my roots...

Hubs and I had an interesting and entertaining weekend.  About  six weeks or so ago, daughter called and asked if I thought dad would like to go to a concert as a Christmas gift.  Not just any concert, but, Garth Brooks.  She loved Garth Brooks as a kid and he always enjoyed him, too, mainly because she had so many of his CDs.  Garth was doing a series of concerts to benefit Nashville flooding relief and tickets were an amazing $25 each.  
Well, I said, I’m sure he would but we are going to have to tell him because, well, he needs to know he has enough people working, etc. and oh, by the way, this is Christmas week.  But, we dove in, drove down and boogied down, country style, in Nashville. 
The concert was great.  Fantastic even.  It was loud and pure entertainment.  We did know all the songs, thanks to that middle-schooler-now-mom that loves Garth Brooks.  But what was better, and maybe even selfish, was that our two daughters were ours for the weekend.  Both their husbands opted out of the two day trip and we had them to ourselves.  (Our son was unable to attend but,  boy,  do I wish he were there).  Beautiful young women, good friends to each other and independent thinkers.  We had great fun, lots of laughs, deep talks, and now, new memories.  We didn’t get to eat the fancy meal I would have liked, but we did enjoy some tremendous music and some pretty decent pulled pork.   We didn’t dress up, which I also would have liked, but we sang loud at a dueling piano club with gusto and walked back to the hotel, talking way too loudly,  I'm sure.   We stayed up late, we enjoyed each other’s company and just let it happen.  It was the week before Christmas, and we all still had much to do, but we just let it fly.  We ate too much, spent too much and stayed awake too much.  
Nashville is a great city.  A wonderful place for a quick weekend getaway and a super easy drive from our location.  Be spontaneous and take a little trip; you won’t regret it.  Its a walking city, easy to get where the action is.  See the dueling pianos at Bang This.   Gosh, if there is a concert at the Bridgestone, take that in.  If its a hockey game instead, see that! See a college basketball game at Belmont or Vanderbilt.  You want football? Titans stadium is only blocks from where the honky tonks line both sides of the street.  There’s loads to do in Nashville; certainly lots more than I've mentioned here, and lots more than country music. 
However, if you have time to steal away with your adult child(ren), and see them in a new light, their new light...no spouse (the husbands were missed, but it would have been different if they had been there!), no kids, no schedule to speak of, not  your house, not their house ~ treat yourself.  Spend the time with the people you grew, listen to them, speak with them, you absolutely won’t regret it. 

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