One of the first things we did after leaving D.C. was stop in North Carolina for some barbecue. We instantly noticed that, even though we had only driven a few hours, people were speaking very differently, and that we had finally entered the great, unfamiliar frontier known as the South.

"Well, sheeiiit Gillian, I suppose we better scrounge up some of that there Caroliner barbecue" I said, strapping on my overalls and kicking the pigs out of the van. "I reckon" Gillian replied.

So we stopped at the Piggly Wiggly, or the Mr. Pig, or whatever it was called, and were promptly served up big glasses of extremely sweet tea, a little bit o' mac and a ton of cheese, and a portion of pulled pork which was absolutely slathered in vinegar based barbecue sauce, which for the record, sucks.

We then spent an entire week lounging around an apartment in Nashville belonging to our dear friend, Libby Mundy. Libby proved to be a gracious hostess and we had a wonderful time hanging out with her and her family. We went to a delicious "Meat and 3", which basically means meat and your choice of three other heart stopping sides (that most likely also include meat). It was awesome.


While in Nashville, we played an open mic at the Bluebird cafe. 45 other performers showed up that night including a duo named "Poochie and Whisker" who were really adorable, entertaining, and easy to make fun of. Most songs that night revolved around pickup trucks, drinking beer, and jesus, so as you can imagine, we stuck out a little. One guy wrote a really creepy song from the point of view of a child who was kidnapped and very scared. I notified the authorities who have hopefully already searched the guy's basement, freezer, and backyard.

After leaving Nashville, we had a quick stopover in Memphis to see if Elvis or B.B. had settled the age old dispute of who deserves the real title of "King" (they haven't) and headed on down to New Orleans, which deserves it's own blog entirely. Stay tuned.