Local H in Nashville

Figures, 24 hours after leaving Nashville, one of my favorite bands of all-time is playing in Nashville. Worst off, my brother Justin is at the concert as I write this.

I swear one of these days I will attend a Local H concert.

I’ll just listen to Pack Up The Cats while I whimper at not being there. What an amazing album and even edges out As Good As Dead, which was amazing itself.

I must say though, I finally picked up Here Comes The Zoo during my trip when I stumbled upon a used CD story near Justin’s apartment and was very unimpressed. Definitely their worst album that I have listened to. Even Ham Fisted is better, which is saying a lot considering how raw and unpolished it is.

Back from Nashville

As you all probably guessed, I returned to New Hampshire from Nashville, TN very very very early this morning. Of course, only in New Hampshire, outside the airport looked like it just had rained and it felt like it was 40 degrees.

It was an eventful trip home and could have been even more eventful if it wasn’t for one decision that later on proved to be perfect.

After we had one last meal in Nashville (Joe’s Crab Shack is excellent I might add), we said our goodbyes to my cousin Erich and my brother Justin. Then my parents, my brother Danny, and I started to walk back to the hotel.

On the way to the hotel, my dad came up with the suggestion of taking the earlier 2:30pm CST shuttle instead of waiting for the 3:30pm CST shuttle that we originally planned. The reason was quite simple: we had nothing left to do in Nashville and we wanted to check out the airport a little more.

Talk about the right decision. We got to the airport and went to check in at the Delta counter. They had these self-checkin computers, so we went to one of those. My dad scanned the tickets in and waited…

…and to our surprise, an error came up on the screen saying there was a problem and talk to a Delta representative.

After a collective groan, we headed to the desk and talked with someone. After a few minutes of typing in the computer and the guy saying “Oh, I remember calling your house earlier today, you will have several messages on your machine” (always a bad sign when the parents haven’t checked the answering machine), we found out our flight to Atlanta had been canceled.

We lucked out though. Somehow this Delta representative was able to get us on an earlier flight to Atlanta (4pm CST instead of the original 5pm CST) despite the flight supposedly being full. If we had come in at our original planned time, we would have missed the earlier flight and would have been in big trouble (more on that later…).

So that flight to Atlanta was short (1 hour) and uneventful. We arrived fine at Atlanta and found out what gate to head to for our connecting flight (which while we are on the subject, why are we going south so we can go north to NH?). The first of several oddities came up:

Me: “Mom, it says our Delta flight is a partnership with Air France.”
Mom: “This could be an interesting trip.”

We went to T.G.I. Friday’s for dinner (I highly recommend the Friday’s Club by the way), had a wonderful meal, and then we went to our gate.

We dropped our bags off there, then Danny and I went to do some exploring (we had a hour before our flight). Of course, we get halfway down the concourse and we get a frantic call from Dad saying that our gate had been switched from B33 to B3 with less then 45 minutes left before the flight.. Guess they couldn’t make it B20 or B18. No it had to be B3 . Of course this meant walking back to B33, getting our stuff, and running across the terminal to B3.

We get to B3 and await our flight. I noticed on the HD screens (by the way Atlanta, the addition of HD screens for every gate was a great choice…they provide a ton of information) that our boarding time was 8:48 pm EST. All is good.

Until it had reached 9:08 and we still hadn’t boarded.

Me: “Maybe they decided to partner with Aitalia instead.”
Mom: “Be positive.”

Apparently the flight attendents were on their way and the flight was only delayed 15 mintues.

The flight itself was uneventful and very relaxing actually. Did I mention that Guster’s Lost and Gone Forever is probably my favorite CD from the late 90s? What a masterpiece.

We got in around 12:00am EST, although by the time we got our luggage, found my Dad’s car, actually found an exit out of the long term parking instead of doing circles, and got to my apartment, it had reached 1:00am EST. Katie was a tad tired waiting up for me.

What a trip. I got maybe 4 hours of sleep last night (oops, I mean this morning). Long day at work, and we had to get grocheries this evening.

Finally though I can relax. I think I am going to go to bed early tonight.

Heading home

Nashville has been beautiful the past few days and in a way, I am sad that I am leaving. Had a relaxing morning at the bro’s apartment. We are going to go downtown for one last meal here and then head to the airport. Won’t get into Manchester until midnight, so I’ll post tomorrow.

Last night

Nashville has been spectacular so far. Perfect weather and great vacation, except when we saw the Grand Ole Opry show…I went over my country music quota by 500% on that one.

Fly back tomorrow early evening. First to Atlanta then up to New Hampshire. It will be good to be home again. I’m sure Katie would like me back.

Day 2

What a beautiful day in Nashville. Couldn’t really ask for a better one. Woke up at what would have been 7:15 am back home (the normal time I wake up), instead over here it is 6:15 am. DOH! Had a good breakfast provided by the hotel and then went on a tour of Vanderbult University with my brother Danny who is looking into colleges. What a beautiful university…probably the prettiest one I have been to. Top notch school too, it is sick what students have to be capable of to make that school. The scariest part is Danny could get accepted if he is interested in that school, which it sounded like he was.

After that, we went to a resturant called Hog Heaven. Remember that thing about looks aren’t everything? That fully applies there…the place looked like a run down shack from 1920. But they had a huge reputation as one of the best rib resturants in the city and they did not disappoint.

After that, we spent 50 minutes walking back to the hotel (note to self: don’t ever do that again, what a long and boring walk) while Justin and Erich checked into their apartment. We relaxed at the hotel and just took it easy for awhile since we were already exhausted.

After we ate dinner tonight after another ribs resturant, Erich and I came back to his place to relax and take it easy. Justin and Danny went out to a local hardcore concert, while the parents went to “experience” Nashville (ie: country music).

Note to self: Erich murdered me on Mario Golf…


Nothing makes you more mad then when you wake up in the morning and realize it is 6am, but you are wide awake because it is 7am back home. Blah.

Breakfast was good (Holiday Inn’s are always great when it comes to that). Going to head out and see Vanderbult with my parents and Danny. Later on, we are helping Justin and Erich move into their apartment.

This is probably the first trip I have been on where I have reliable Internet access. This seriously kicks ass.

Off to Nashville

I am off to Nashville until Monday to help my brother Justin move down there for his internship. Those of you who know my cell phone number can give me a ring anytime, those of you who know my e-mail address can drop me an e-mail.

Should be a blast!