How Asheville became Nashville

If you said “by adding an N,” you’d be on the right track. An N as is No way, Not possible, Never happening and Not since you bought that wine bar. You see, the girls and I decided months ago that a road trip between Christmas and New Year’s Eve to Asheville seemed like the kind of adventure with which we could be down. I had read an article or two about Asheville and it sounded like a cool destination with plenty to do and lots of good food and drink to be had, aka our kind of place.

But then, I bought a restaurant and the idea of 12+ hours in a car began to feel not so fun, even with my best girlfriends riding shotgun. I needed to be home for New Year’s Eve – and not after 12 hours of driving, either. I explored some options for flying home, but abandoned that idea after determining that it was just getting too complicated, exactly what a quick getaway is not supposed to be.

On a whim, I took a quick look at the Southwest website and came across a sweet deal – to Nashville. It really doesn’t take much to persuade my friends to go anywhere, so changing the destination and getting them to fly rather than drive didn’t take much effort at all. So, Nashville it is!

None of us have ever been to Tennessee before and we’re getting pretty excited. Our plan is our usual modus operandus – eat, drink, shop and hang, but we’re open to suggestions.  We’re booked into a swanky hotel and  Steve Barnes recommended a restaurant, Husk, where we’ve already made a reservation. I imagine we’ll drink some bourbon and eat some bar-b-q, and I’m sure we’ll get to some music venues, too. I know that we’ll have a fantastic time because we always do.

Any recommendations from y’all? (That’s how I say it, right?) Have any of you visited Nashville?