This morning Carl stopped in and woke me up. Horror convention in Nashville, you must go. I mumble and struggle to put on a pair of pants with one leg inside out. Daniel calls me, "Is Carl there." Grumble, stumble, mumble.
I sit on the couch.
I hear something about gas money.
I rub my eyes and ask as tactfully as I can, "What do you need me for?" It turns out, so Carl wouldn't kill people or fall into the intellectual void of Nashville geography.
Our directions to the so-called "Nashville Airport Marriott" (which is in quotes because it's only called Marriott) by Google were obvious, it's the Marriott by the Airport. But when we get to the location there is no convention and two Marriotts with names like "Good Night Sleep Marriott." I suspected after passing 4 other Marriott that the so-called "Nashville Airport Marriott" was simply a name that only locals in-the-know know of.
Our people on the inside were unsure how they arrived at that location and could do little more than assure me that this place existed on the same plane as I.
I called Frazier and asked a favor (I feel like I always ask him for favors). "Can you pull up a map and give me directions? So Frazier tried to put together directions from what was obviously a 4 year old's artistic interpretation of the roadways of Nashville.
But we made it.
I'll have more on the details of the event, including pictures later.
Here's a link to the official event.
voyeur x - 3/21/2006 10:09:00 AM
sorry i couldnt give better directions. i dont know anything about driving in nashville. stephanie tells me how to get places, i just sit behind the wheel. and even the girl who worked at the marriot told me it was called the airport marriot when i asked her. but, hey, you made it , and thats all that matters at the end of the day, right?
Chuck - 3/26/2006 10:24:00 PM
Getting there really wasn't that bad, and it could have been a lot worse.
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