Happy Friday, y'all! Did anyone else have the longest week in history? I feel like July is the first month this year that hasn't swiftly passed me by in a complete whirlwind. Things are moving slow as molasses here in the south. Although the heat fogs my brain and makes it hard to focus on work sometimes, I must say that it has been nice to frolic in the extra daylight hours the southern summers bring.
This week my boyfriend's parents were in town visiting from Pennsylvania. It's always hard playing tour guide in your own city— things you take for granted are oftentimes what people want to see most. It was a blast visiting museums, exhibits, and eating at my favorite restaurants all in the name of tourism!
Which brings me to my Most Ridiculous Story of the Month Award— are you ready?!
[Insert History Lesson]: In case you don't know, Nashville is pretty much known as the center of the music industry which is why we are nicknamed "Music City". With our music roots and southern location, it's not much of a surprise that Nashville is kind of known for its nightlife— especially with all the night clubs and honky tonk bars that line our downtown streets. So obviously, being the good hosts that we are, Nick and I swallowed our pride and bravely ventured into the belly of the beast that we so fiercely avoid— the District. (Being in the most touristy part of your own town is weird because it is how visitors will remember your city but probably the exact opposite of how you think of it. Also, parking— blerg!)
So we take Nick's family into the heart of Music City to experience some live music at B.B. King's Blues Club. Naturally, there are drinks, a band covering all the Motown classics, and the silliest dance moves I have ever seen. A few songs in, the lead singer, Herchel, announces that he is going to "get married on stage tonight". So we start laughing and joking about how they probably do this gimmick every week for tourists— "married. . . to the blues" blah, blah, blah something silly of that nature.
A couple of songs later, he calls witnesses, a preacher, and a glowing bride in the most beautiful silver sequined dress that I have ever seen up on stage. The entire crowd erupts as Herchel belts out the first line of Otis Redding's "I've been Loving You" and proceeds to serenade his soon to be wife. By this point, everyone is either slow dancing, crying, or trying to figure out if it's an elaborate prank. (Besides Nick, who proceeded to live tweet the entire event.)
So Herchel and Esther (most badass couple name ever, no?!) proceed to exchange marriage vows in front of a full house on the stage where his band performs live every Wednesday night. (And I'm just sitting there sipping my Shirley Temple and feeling like Pam
Following that was lots of congratulating, picture taking, and supposed cake cutting (we left before that actually happened). It was a pretty wild night and if you ever come to Nashville then you are gonna wanna get us to show you a good time ;-)
Phew. So that's the story of how I accidentally attended a wedding this week! Anyone care to try to top that? I kid, I kid. But what a way to spend a Wednesday night, eh? I hope you all have a great weekend!
dress, shoes, bag, belt: secondhand / necklace: f21
Oh, I guess I should say something about this outfit? Pretty simple bug print dress with buttons up the back, belted, with cute flats— just my summer go-to! Although with the amount of dresses I wear, I am kind of surprised that this is only like the third time I've worn one on the blog. . . Guess I've been rocking the skirts lately! Also, my fabulous friend Hope took these photos in my backyard. She's the best. Also, here is a bonus photo of the face I make when I start to get bored of outfit pictures:
So now you know. xoxo, Jenna