we're back from Nashville. my first trip since Americanitis (the first takes) was recorded and my beloved's first trip in "who has a calendar?"
we had a lovely visit (primarily ensconced at Will and Jess' new (to us) home), seeing a goodly number of longtime friends in a variety of settings: the Mercy Lounge, a backyard barbecue dinner party, an honest-to-goodness swimming pool (seriously, "who has a calendar" for that one?) . . .
and even got to take in a few new (to us) sights/sites: the Mercy Lounge, the honest-to-goodness swimming pool, the Vanderbilt University bookstore (their baseball hats - the exact one I wanted even - were like 40% off) and finally a long overdue visit to Grimey's (home to Metallica's last in-store performance).
this is the part where you're supposed to say, "but it's good to be home."
and I'm okay being home (I really am) but I wasn't in a hurry to leave.
(extremely unusual kudos to an airline here. we flew American, non-stop both ways, and not once did I come close to losing my temper, breathing heavily through my nose, watching my blood pressure rise. and it's seriously more a credit to them than any willpower on my part (just figured I should write it down so I'll remember that I actually have an answer next time someone asks, When's the last time you had a pleasant experience with an airline? we even watched Juno whilst in the air) even the TSA people were the nicest, friendliest, most competent government airline folk I've ever crossed paths with in New York City (though the TSA crew in Dayton, Ohio still holds the record for most pleasant experience going through security)