Topic: Impending Trip to Nashville.

When I was six, my aunt and uncle took me to Opryland. I know I loved it, but the only memory I have of it is of a place called "Angle Inn," which was basically a room set on a tilt, so everything felt all screwy when you walked through it. I think there were pictures with moving eyes a la Scooby Doo.

Flash forward fourteen years. I now get the privilege of planning a trip for me, C and 13 relatives-slash-friends-of-family to Nashville. Why? Because my grandfather, an ex-military man who is very precise and commanding, said so. I respect my elders, especially those who make me a little nervous.

We also will get to see our friends A&T. A is part of our band