I was sad to see Little Rock go! I really liked it there. My drive into Tennessee and through Memphis all the way to Nashville remained beautiful and lush. Okay...not the greatest picture, but it gives the idea of how much space there is.
And then came Memphis...which felt EXACTLY like a mini San Francisco...and I'm not a fan of San Francisco. It just never grew on me as a place I'd like to go back to repeatedly. Memphis was like that! It even looked similar which was kinda weird. I drove in to get a sandwich at some place that said they made good sandwiches and then drove out! I just blew 30 minutes driving to and around Memphis. I was glad to have it in my rearview. I know I'll be back through on my way back to CA, but only for Graceland. I'll do Graceland and hit the road again.
I hit the next exit for a Jersey Mike's sub and got my first ma'am from the girl behind the counter with the slight southern drawl. I liked it! OMG...I'm getting old.
Back on the road and getting closer to Nashville two things became present:
1. There is a lot of white trash
2. Jesus and XXX Superstores
White trash...not as in trashy people with white skin, but literally white trash all on the side of the freeway. I'm thinking, "What, do these people go crazy for Kleenex or something? What is all this?" Turns out...COTTON! Cotton fields started showing up. Not totally lining the freeways or anything, but I would see one or two within each mile or so. They were mostly hidden behind the row of tall trees on the freeway. Here's a field. It was pretty. Blanketed on the other side of the freeway.
Okay...to the one person who is actually reading this blog, you're probably wondering about the Jesus/XXX thing. Even if you're not, I'm going to tell you. And I can be pretty open because it's just you and you already know me so here it goes...
Once I hit Oklahoma I started seeing signs like JESUS IS COMING, and JESUS IS REAL (with the evolution monkey to man picture with an "X" through it), and WHICH SIDE WILL YOU END UP ON? (with little pictures of heaven and hell as possible choices). I was laughing out loud because it seemed so accosting! Like, "Hey people, you've got a long drive here, you should spend some time thinking about Jesus). I saw about 8-10 signs like that.
Simultaneously, I was also accosted with XXX Superstore AHEAD signs! Hahaha! About 4-5 of those! LOL!!!!! Those signs were like, "Yea, you do have a lot of time and you could spend it thinking about Jesus, or you could spend it thinking about SEX! Which sounds more fun?) Personally, I really like the idea of an adult superstore. I mean, where else are these country people supposed to buy their pleasure toys and porn and stuff if they're trying to avoid email and spam and all that. It's not like some sex store in Podunk Town is going to be thriving. Then again...you never know...there's not much to do in those kinds of towns. If the XXX signs were not so ragged and looked like they represented a rundown barn business, I might have stopped out of curiosity. The first adult superstore I patroned was in Seattle with my best friend. We walked in and were like, "Holy shit, they have everything here!" I didn't know what half the stuff was for and too shy to venture too far in. It wasn't creepy or gross though, it was really clean and professional and the sales people didn't give one flinch to whatever people were buying. If you have never been in a Kiss n' Tell in Cali then I suggest you make that your next date night. Who knows what flames could be ignited! :-)
Okay...so now I'm in Nashville and greeted with a beautiful sunset.
This sunset came after I was kicked out of my original Airbnb though. The quick story on that is...
I checked in with Ben and got settled; Ben left to do his Lyft stuff; a knock on the door was the owner who said Ben wasn't allowed to Airbnb his place and I needed to leave. She was really smiley about the whole thing with her southern accent, but I felt bad for Ben. He came back and helped me move my stuff out again while the woman sat in her car outside watching us.
I got refunded and selected a comparable place (of which I write from now), but it's not nearly as good as Ben's place. It's too dark in here...and quiet. I have music on super low and am afraid to cough too loudly. Also...they have a 1 year old they didn't mention on their post. She's cute, but I wasn't expecting the baby thing. Now I'm just trying not to make noise to wake the baby or anything. Water pressure sucks!!! Feels like camping. The bed is sooo creeky that I swear to God it sounds like thunder every time I sit down or roll over. I'm gunna wake that fucking baby!! I know it!!!
Good part, Ben and I are friends now, because he's really cool, and tonight we went out for beer and wings at a nearby sports bar and talked about his woes and my journey. I had a good time and am bummed it didn't work out with staying at his place. His ex-girlfriend (well, baby mama to be exact) is the one who called the HOA on him. WTF! That's messed up.
Tomorrow I'm exploring Nashville and looking forward to it! I'm liking what I see already. :-) Not including the quiet, dark house with no pressure and my squeaky bed. LOL
XO,
Kel
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