The birthday feast annually lasts three days. As of now, there are 25 hours and ten minutes remaining. Hope you’ve got your shopping done.
So far, I’ve found a bar with so many taps they stack them two high on the wall and serve some pretty swanky cajun grub as well. I’ve been inside the Parthenon to see Athena Parthenos painted like a “lady of the evening.” I’ve seen the Friday night performance of the Grand Ole Opry in the Mother Church of Country Music, given the pitiful tour I can manage to folks from out of town, received my first birthday greetings, and finally walked around the downtown happening district.
Tomorrow, Grand Ole Opryland and then what? Larger amounts of alcohol are demanded. Wonder if Cooter sells Dixie beer?