Us as we flee from the Ice Storm. ROAD TRIP!
First night in Nashville, visiting Elvis and Eric:
Check out Gary the next night as he tried very hard to be disappointed in the Presidential suite, including:
...the Presidential bed:
...the Presidential flat screen:
...the Presidential bar:
... the Presidential shower:
...the Presidential hot tub:
...and the Presdiential dining room:
And if you want proof that this was the Presidential Suite, check out this photo:
Yes. If you note, the upper right tells me I'm on CNN Headline News, yet I was watching Sean Hannity on FOX. I spent a good three minutes trying to figure out why I kept menuing to CNN but I kept seeing FOX. Then, of course, I realized, it's the Presidential Suite. So I had dirty dirty defiant sex just to spite George W. Bush.
Then as we embarked, the band had a nice surprise for everyone:
Notice how everyone else looks great and hot and I am upping the chin count to three? This is what happens when I am surrounded by real-life rock starts and I try to act cool and not smile.
And yeah, you would think if they want to express to passengers how important it is for everyone on a floor to meet in one area if there is a fire, they could do a better job than this graphic:
That graphic says to me "Families wait here to be attacked by random strangers."
Lovely shots of stringrays and the beach:
So you may say, where are the photos of concerts? Well, here you go, this is the
Guster - sorry, Trippin Balls concert that had me laughing:
Right before the BNL drummer kills the big yellow chicken:
You know how on every vacation, usually right before the end, you have that vacation realization moment? This was mine:
That's my giant head on the right, and I'm lounging on a deckchair, listening to Guster playing on the other side of that blue pole, rocking back and forth with the waves.
Oh, and this is everyone naked:
And this is just us: