At the Grand Ol’ Opry today. Good God.
The entire place smells like a corndog. I went to look for the restroom, but ended up in someplace called the Hall of Overalls. I tried to back myself out of that room, and fell backwards into a butter sculpture of Roy Clark.
Even though the Grand Ol’ Opry is completely weird, I will say that this dump is COMMITTED to country music. At any given time of the day, there’s live music somewhere. At 3:30 pm today, I was treated to a show by “living legends” The Colonel & Chenille. Chenille is a bird, and The Colonel is a chicken nugget. They like singing songs about love and freedom. I mean - where else do you find this?
Welp, I’m exhausted. I’ve seen at least three live country music acts in the last week and I’m wiped! Does it get any better than this? Probably. Do I feel like investigating any further? Not really. Back to Chicago!!!
