On Saturday morning, we gathered for another cold long run. We ran 9 miles in/around Maryland Farms & then treated ourselves to lattes & crepes at
Ashlee cut all of her hair off the day before John's party. Naturally, a pompadour contest ensued. The jury is still out on who's pompadour is higher.
At some point, a DJ started playing bad music & we took our party to Church Street, specifically to Blue Genes - a gay karaoke bar, which, according to Rev. Scott K. on
, is "the gay Cheers of Nashville". Thank you for that, Reverend.
'Gay Cheers' was everything I hoped it would be & more. Well, aside from the smoking. I'm convinced sitting in a room full of smokers for hours is what brought on the head cold I've been suffering through all week. Acute lung pain aside, we had a blast. John sang Elton John, obviously. OBVIOUSLY.
I woke up with lung cancer on Sunday & didn't do a lot. Neither did Linda. John & Linda bounced back. I, however, did not & have been dying a slow death all week. Thus the belated post. I've got to run 10 miles this weekend, so I'm hoping to shake this cold ASAP.