Day One, Nashville
Okay, some plans firmed up.
On Day One in Nashville, if any of you campers want to meet me, Smiley, Ruabelle and Badger (Squirrel Queen is undecided due to work commitments) at the Sportsman Grille, let either him or I know.
This is your invitation.
Bring your stunt liver, as Smiley would say. We both have early morning planned the next day, but what the heck, we only live once.
Headed out for Super Bowl Frivolity.
And if anyone wants to give me Pred tickets, an I-Book or a friendly kiss on the cheek, I’ll take that too.
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When are you coming?
This would be Wednesday night, KT.
They don’t allow young girls like myself into bars where liquor is served. You have to be 21 to get into smoky bars.
We’ll get you a fake ID if you are so inclined, Sista.
Do you think I can pass for 21? We might oughta work on that fake id.