In mid-December, I surprised Adam with a weekend trip to Nashville to see one of his favorite singers, Hank III. He doesn’t tour very often, and this show was at an awesome little dive called Layla’s Bluegrass Inn and was free to the first 100 or so people who showed up (bar’s max capacity). Since the place was so small, it made for an awesome show with not a bad seat (standing place, rather) in the house.
As luck would have it, our plane was delayed so we ended up not making it to the show in time to get in with the group they allowed in. But we had come too far to not see the show, so we stood out in the freezing cold until the bouncer finally felt sorry for us and let us in during the first song.
This is from the bar next door called Robert’s Western World. Their boot-shaped koozies are quite possibly my favorite thing ever.
For your viewing pleasure, I took some pictures of a few of the gems at one of the stores downtown. Why other countries think we’re backwards and redneck, I’ll just never understand…