Trip Notes: Nashville - Day Three

The frat guys partied like, well, frat guys, Saturday night. I stayed in; felt like a million bucks Sunday. Them: not so much. Here's what I saw upon first walking into the house...

Ugh. Just looking at it makes me a bit nauseous. We were all supposed to go to brunch, but none were willing to budge from their beds (this was around 1 p.m., mind you) except Zach, of course, who kind of had no choice. Thanks for rallying, bro.

Lovely day. Exceeded the 80 degree mark. Post-brunch, we cruised around in Zach's convertible and soaked up the sun.

Then we went back to the house, which was still verrrry quiet. Poor guys were ruined. So, Zach and I hung out on the very cool antebellum porch and shot the breeze for hours. Good stuff. Sibling power!

Posted on April 3, 2011 and filed under Travel.