Annie Rhiannon

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Nashville doesn't necessarily exist

I sat for an hour outside my hotel before I realised that Floyd and Austin weren't coming for me. What was I thinking? A drunken pact between three strangers late at night, and it turns out Nashville is like Narnia: it doesn't necessarily exist. I skipped a train to New Orleans for this.

But just as I was about to give up, a car pulled up. Annie get your guns you're over an hour late c'mon.

Pfft. Crazy raggedy-ass Ohio guys.

10 comments:

  1. Anonymous13.11.08

    Well, I actually think it wouldn't be a half bad idea to have a gun... at least a stun gun or a water pistol (loaded with a strong eye irritant, of course).

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  2. Anonymous13.11.08

    You're a very talented girl, Annie, your travelogue is wonderful to read. Earnest, lighthearted and witty in perfect proportions and very well written.

    You sound a bit despondent at times, so I hope you work through the lonely bits and come out stronger after this long journey, which is probably as much about exploring your own self and finding your own sense of direction as it is about exploring any actual territory or its people...

    Like other readers, I felt a bit uneasy about some things you mentioned, but if your mother isn't worried, you can't be far wrong! :)

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  3. I bet Annie knows her own sense of direction pretty darn well. And she's headin' there straight as an arrow. Watch that gal go!

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  4. Annie, 240 years ago Laurence Sterne wrote the first 'modern' travel book, "A Sentimental Journey". You're a true, contemporary inheritor of his mantle.

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  5. Hi Annie,

    I feel a bit bad for putting a 'downer' on your last post and your blonk fans. Sorry. I can't help worrying a tinsy bit that's all.

    But other blonkers are right, I shouldn't worry about you going out there in the big wide world and doing what I'm not.

    How long are you out there for? Which side of the pond (and the Lledr Valley) will you be on for Christmas?

    EW x x

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  6. EW, remember Llanwrst? I used to be worried then!
    I can't wait to have you all together and to hear the stories over a glass of something!

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  7. No downer, it's cool, you need to think about these things.

    And yes, Llanrwst. Nothing will ever be as scary as hearing Dropkick Jill dropkick John the Peg in the head.

    I'm grand anyway, just very hungover and stranded in Nashville. I can't think of anywhere else I'd rather be stranded now though. It was the Country Music Awards here last night, totally unexpected. Saw Shania Twain get out of a limo. She don't impress me much.

    Thank you to everybody for the encouraging and kind words. Yes, sometimes I feel a little despondant but it's just tiredness more than anything.

    Mama, get on MSN, I have all kinds of horrors to tell you.

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  8. Conan: Laurence Stern was the Tristram Shandy guy right? I saw the Winterbottom movie. I'll have to check out the books.

    EW: I'm hoping to be in Wales for Christmas eating Bruce's cooking and drinking wine with you and Mary.

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  9. That'd be him. Of course now you're in Nashville I'm thinking Robert Altman.

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