Yeah! We made it back to homebase, Nashville. It felt so good to have completed this trip that just a month prior we were scrambling to put together. The '92 Ford Ranger, Ol' Stonewall, had given us zero problems--truly a miracle. We took my aunt Cathy out to dinner for some good old southern barbecue to celebrate.
And later that night, we journeyed into downtown as one final hurrah. On weekends, downtown Nashville is flooded with neon lights and little bars (called honky tonks) blasting live country music. There was so much noise and commotion everywhere, it was actually pretty exciting--though bittersweet because neither of us are twenty-one. And an interesting crowd, filled with dudes strutting around wearing boots and cowboy hats--a far cry from the hipsters of New York.
We decided to call it a night around 1am, headed back to Cathy's, and hit the hay--very hard.
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