In the presence of greatness.
Tonight after work, I think I had my first real Nashville experience. I’ve lived in the Music City USA for four years now, and I’ve seen a few minor celebrities here and there, I practically live next door to Emmylou Harris, but nothing can compare to what happened tonight. A few friends and I went to P.F. Chang’s Chinese Bistro. About a third of the way through the meal, I happen to look over my shoulder, when who do I see but the ole possom himself, Mr. No-Show, George Jones.
Of course, I wasn’t going to bring myself to separate the man from his chinese food (surely that was hotter than a two dollar pistol) to ask for an autograph or something, but I think that’s exactly why I felt like a Nashvillian.