Nashville Wedding

It was nearly nine hours of driving, by myself. But I'm not complaining-- I was in a sexy black sports car, blasting metal on a warm sunny day.

My host was an amazing director and an old pal. His young wife was having contractions and was due any second. I threw a Febrized sweater over my Exmortus shirt and drove to the Hermitage Hotel for the reception.

Forgot about the time change.

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