Saw this flier today. Well sure, I thought to myself:
I must say this: there are no lame cat fliers full of typos all over the bulletin boards here. That, in its own way, is just another small relief.
We are traveling this weekend, to Georgia. For a wedding. A wedding in the Deep South in the fall on a Saturday. Georgia and Tennessee are playing in a rivalry game. I don’t care about either team, of course, but given the locale of the wedding, it might come up among the many lovely guests.
Here’s my rule: If you think enough of me to invite me to your wedding, and it is on a fall Saturday, I will attend if I can. No football game would get in the way of that. I will also make fun of you about it throughout your wedded bliss.
So that’s what we’ll be doing tomorrow, which meant traveling today. Which meant the road, which meant dinner on the road which meant, in Nashville, Tennessee:
And today is Friday which means Friday is Pie Day:
Interesting tidbit, meanwhile, about Bloomington: You can’t get pie anywhere.
