NASHVILLE, Tenn. — Greetings from The Volunteer State. I’m back on the road.

Between checking into the hotel approximately one-hour late into my 43-hour stay, leaving me a solid 42 to “see it all.” And then I wrote yesterday’s departure of a piece, where I flipped the tables on Bloomington and grilled its ugly side.

I’m tired. I’m drained. My serotonin bank got robbed by a lengthy birthday weekend.

But I have to keep going. I’m about to spend my Wednesday evening in taking in as much of actual downtown Nashville as I can.

But as for the Graduate Nashville? It’s an unapologetic, 12-story shrine to Dolly Parton, the color pink, advertising, and of course, music. I’m about to hope out of the hotel room and go see downtown itself, but you should take a moment to get a load of this sexy hotel along West End Street, which feeds into Broadway. This may be the wildest place I’ve ever stayed.

Enjoy.

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-moose