Southern Comfort

Even though I didn't get to sing at the Grand Ol' Opry (above), I still enjoyed my stay in Nashville:

A quick walk down Broadway will show you all the boots and blues you need:

As well as some very strange pets:

Classic, hand-made prints:

And more boots.  Of course.

Sometimes you have to pay to park:

And sometimes, no amount of money will get you what you want:

Like I said: Blues...

And boots.

So watch your step, people.  You's on Southern Turf now:

I wish this had ended up being a singing quartet:

At the theatre, there was a lovely old cigarette dispenser that had been turned into a pocket-szed art machine.  Insert money, choose your art, and cha-ching:

ART!

Pretty nifty, huh?
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Happy 100th Birthday, Charles Addams!

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Some more shots out and about the Music City:

Almost as good as Dinosaur BBQ:

 My parents and I visited the Hermitage hotel: the 30's mens bathroom was apparently a pretty big deal:

Oh, just a barrel of JD:

Hermitage Gingerbread House sculpture of their farm and home-grown veggies:

Lobby:

Original artifacts and clippings from the Hermitage collection:

Momma Huston and one of the marble lions that used to run along the outside of the hotel:

Next we went for breakfast at 417 Union, a WWII bar/restaurant with excellent menu options (blackberry jam?  Yes please!):

Singing with statues in the street?  Check.

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Our flight to Houston was delayed a couple hours.  You know what that means!

Once settled in Houston, we made our way over to the Flying Saucer for dinner, beer, and football.  This was an excellent decision:

The saucers on the wall are proof of having drunk 200 different beers:

The beer menu was five pages long:

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Reason No. 128934583463084765 that I hate being lactarded:

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Did a bit of bridesmaid shopping at the BHLDN boutique.  Managed to get a dress, belt and shoes on sale!

One less thing to worry about on the road.
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Not too much to report from Houston.  The city is dead at night, and there hasn't been much time to explore.  There was time, however, to complete another cast mural:

The NASA symbol is roughly a half-inch square:

Close up on Fester's costume (which matches what he wears at the end of Act Two):

More soon, but for now I'll leave you with this:

I posted this on Facebook, but it needs to be shared here as well.  So moving.