We made it to Nashville! Everything is intact. We’re staying at a hotel via Hotel Tonight that’s overrun with middle aged white people who are here for a sales convention. Said SalesFolk are really excited to be…salesing. They’re fucking giddy.

Anyway, Michael picked me up this morning from my hotel with my Einstein’s Bagels order in hand because he’s the best.

WE ARE OFF. Au revoir, Orlando! #AlasAlaska2015

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We made few stops today, including Cracker Barrel, where I met this guy:


Incredible, right??

Most of the car trip was spent singing along to the 90’s on 9, which caused me to realize that I remember lyrics from mid-90’s songs better than I’m able to recall moments that happened 15 minutes ago. No one should know the lyrics to Blessed Union of Souls’ “I Believe” as well as I do.

Today, Michael also read to me Wikipedia’s page about biomes. He’s really into biomes, y’all.

We made it to Nashville in nearly record time, and only got caught in a little bit of rush hour traffic which, let’s be real, is nothing compared to the LA traffic I’m used to.

Here are some sights from along the way…

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Michael and I got to Hotel Preston in pretty fantastic time, and vegged out in the room until dinner. Mikey contemplated room service.

@micaeldavialactea surveys the room service menu. #AlasAlaska2015

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To cap off the evening, we were able to meet up with a friend from college/one of Michael’s former roommates, Patrick.

We found Patrick Barry!! He’s in Nashvegas. #AlasAlaska2015 A photo posted by Meredith Kate (@meredithk8) on

Patrick is an American Treasure, and any chance to see him is always magical. We ate at Flying Saucer, which was delicious.

Michael is already asleep, so I guess I should hop on that, too. Tomorrow the destination is Sioux Falls, South Dakota!

EDIT – Important detail! The woman at the front desk of our hotel was named Tuesday Pazooty. You can’t make that shit up.

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