The Chicken and I are in a Nashvillle hotel for the week doing all sorts of things like finding a place to live, getting phones, and filling out paperwork.
Poor James, he is trying to work, which involves talking with folks by skype. The only place in the hotel with fast enough wireless is the lobby. Last night he found a great quiet corner. However tonight, is the "Songwriters open-mic" at the hotel bar.
Our quiet corner has been invaded by very loud, albiet excellent, banjo and guitar warming up behind the wall.
James kept getting more and more frustrated and repeatedly sighing angrily. Curse words may have been uttered. And then I started snickering. Then giggling. And lastly guffawing.
Finally, the Chicken Joined in.
Welcome to Nashville, kids.
12 years ago
