Nashville, TN, Friday night
Twelve or so hours of driving (including stops for gas, food, cheesy tourist attractions, and other necessities) brought Wyatt and Isabel from Alexandria to Nashville. Driving cross-country was going to take a lot longer than orbing, but it was worth it for the experience and the company. And, of course, stopping at every Guy Fieri-endorsed diner they could find along the way.
Wyatt actually had a destination in mind for a late dinner, one he'd found recommended on the Food Network website. So after they'd checked into their motel, Wyatt led Isabel on the short walk to the Tin Angel.
"Dork," Isabel laughed.
"C'mon, I had to," Wyatt said, opening up the door and holding it for her.
[For great slowplay with the GF.]
Wyatt actually had a destination in mind for a late dinner, one he'd found recommended on the Food Network website. So after they'd checked into their motel, Wyatt led Isabel on the short walk to the Tin Angel.
"Dork," Isabel laughed.
"C'mon, I had to," Wyatt said, opening up the door and holding it for her.
[For great slowplay with the GF.]