I have never regretted going to see a show. I may, a time or two, regretted that I drank to much while at said show, but I’ve never regretted going. Last night is a prime example. I was one breath away from packing my bags, checking out early, and heading back to Athens yesterday morning. As it turned out, laying low here in Nashville was probably just what I needed. I got caught up on some sleep and some office work and some more sleep…and actually ate 2 meals for the first time in a week. None of that would have happened if I’d have gone home. Then, of course there was the show, which was fanfuckingtastic and I even managed to limit my booze intake enough to not have a raging hangover today (responsible adult decisions FTW).
Now, the only decision I really have to make is whether to get on the road right now and make it back to A-town at a decent time or to wait until Grimey’s opens and go do some record shopping. My favorite record store in Athens closed recently and I’m discovering that the remaining store, though more famous, doesn’t really do a great job of keeping in stock the kind of thing I like to listen to. So, I really could use a good record store in my life….
One more cuppa Joe while I debate this.