We dragged ourselves out of bed at a decent hour this day because we had a lot to pack in. Despite this being my third trip to Nashville, the Parthenon wasn't the only sight I had yet to see!
That's right, I had never been to the Ryman Auditorium, a.k.a. The Birthplace of the Grand Ole Opry!
We "splurged" on the entrance ticket plus the guided tour, and I'm glad we did. It was only an extra $4 per person and it was really neat to see the dressing rooms backstage...even if they didn't exist until more recent years. In taking the backstage tour, we also had the chance to stand on stage at the Ryman. Now if only I could have brought my guitar...
We spent quite a bit of time (I'd say about 2 hours, including the tour) wandering around the Ryman, but if you're not a total nerd like me and don't feel the need to read nearly every panel and plaque of information that exists in the place, you can probably do the whole shebang in an hour to an hour and a half.
After the Ryman, we wandered down Broadway a bit for some kitschy souvenir shopping.
I almost convinced Steve to buy some crazy cowboy boots...or at least a hat. Almost. Then we saw the price on the boots (you don't want to know) and he put a hat on and I said "Absolutely not." If not even I want to see the love of my life in a cowboy hat, trust me, you don't want to see him in one either ;)
Next, it was time to drive a bit out of the way and introduce Steve to the grandeur of The Opryland Hotel. I was a bit disappointed in the [lack of] bar options here - there used to be a rotating bar in one of the atriums, but we couldn't find it! But we did wander around and see a lot of this gorgeous resort.
|Let's not talk about how hideous I looked this day. I really don't know what my problem was, blech.|
(Yes, it really is/was that exciting!)
|Ron & Katherine (our gracious hosts for the weekend), myself and Steve in our awesome seats for the RUSH concert|
Post-concert we debated over returning to Ron and Katherine's but decided to stop for a single drink before doing so - Katherine wanted us to experience The Patterson House. This speakeasy-themed joint can be literally impossible to get into on a weekend night. Upon entering, there is a list of rules posted in the foyer - such as no staring at stars, men can't approach women without being invited to do so, etc. It's dim. It's quiet. The decor is amazingly accurate. But the drink menu is extensive and the tapas-style food is amazing (we had the "tator tots", the grilled cheese, and the fried goat cheese between the four of us); plus, it's just an interesting, slightly-off-the-grid experience to have in Nashville.
|I'm not sure why this is sort of blurry, but we're standing on the Patterson House porch.|