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Obviously I am behind in transferring new posts on the main blog to here right now. All those YouTubes with my musical education posts were a little too much to want to deal with at the time and I have been super busy, and I just kinda treat this one as a mirror anyway.

Will catch up the LJ to the WP blog eventually, but until I have time to do so, my main blog is here. Thanks!

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As mentioned in the previous post, Nashville blogger fave Mothership BBQ is on the verge of closing its doors.

Location has always been an issue, being on a side street in Berry Hill that just doesn't get much drive-by traffic at all. Here in Memphis, where BBQ is the only other King besides Elvis, I don't think our major BBQ places could survive without being in a good location for driving weekday business lunch traffic (or within walking distance downtown for the lunchtime crowd), plus most are in fairly high traffic areas anyway, day or night. I'm sure most do well in the evenings too, but the lunch crowds are probably the meat (pun intended) of the business for many.

Other factors include zoning laws that disallow beer being sold at the establishment. In Memphis, no cold brew with your 'cue would be flatly unheard of and probably result in a riot.

Jim has found a location in Nashville that is available, where he can sell beer, and that is in a high-traffic area where folks are lined up out the door at lunchtime at other restaurants in the area, among many other improvements. The faithful regular crowd of bloggers and their families, as well as other regulars, will most certainly follow him to his new location as well. There are people in the Nashville area who eat there every single week and some, multiple times a week. This great place, which has gotten consistently excellent reviews and publicity since it opened, has a definite and loyal following, but a move to the new location would likely increase that regular crowd immensely, and bring in new customers constantly.

I'll let him tell you the rest about the situation and the fine details, just click here.

And here's a brand new update to the above from Jim with some more specific details. Be sure and read both for a look at the big picture.

In any case, if you're always looking for potential investments or know someone who might be interested, I urge you to get in touch with Jim ASAP and find out more. Fondly known among the Nashville blogging community as Knuck, Jim's a good, straight up, and honest guy who always just tells it like it is, which he did on the Mothership's blog this week. And if you're interested in possibly investing in Nashville's best BBQ, he's got lots more information to share and can answer any questions you may have.

The details are on the Mothership BBQ blog or you can contact Jim directly at (615) 269-7150.

I can guarantee you that if you are interested and can help save the Mothership, you can count on having not only the constant and consistent business, but also undying gratitude, of a bunch of Nashville and other Tennessee bloggers - a group in number that is already large and consistently growing, and reaches across the entire state - their families and friends, and some other regulars (like a top news dude in Nashville who I hear eats there constantly) - as well as many other new regular customers, I'm sure, that just haven't found the place yet due to its location issues.

Thanks for reading!

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I started this post about last weekend days ago and it somehow turned into the Great (?) American Novel, plus it took me five billion years to e-mail to myself and download all of my crummy cell phone pictures from the weekend the other night. And many of you have already read everyone else's accounts of the weekend anyway, so now by the time I've gotten around to posting mine, it'll be like old news. Or it's been so long now, you can just pretend you didn't read about it before and it's brand new news.  Or whatever.  (And by the time I get around to posting about my L.A. trip, it'll be like ancient history before dinosaurs roamed the earth, apparently.)

So most everyone else has written about the weekend more beautifully than I ever will, but since I got home so late Sunday night and have been going like mad all week long, and haven't really had a chance to share much other than all of our (mostly mine & Ivy's) drunken Twitter posts, and had the crummy cell phone pics to share (most of which Ginger and Squirrelly have the same pics, only better and less blurry), here goes.

I actually started off my day with lunch at the Mothership, and arrived only to be pleasantly surprised by who all had shown up, some of whom I knew were coming (Kerry Woo, Ivy, and the famous Mrs. Katherine Coble), some of whom had been maybes (Lesley), some I had no idea were coming and was so pleased to see (Malia & David and their kids, as well as Malia's sister and fellow Nashville blogger Emily, who I'd not had the pleasure of meeting in the past, so that was great).  Mr. Ivy and all three of the kids were there as well, and I'd not met hubby nor Ivy's eldest before so that was cool too.  Then the pleasant surprise of all surprises appeared when Sarcastro showed up with baby in tow, who is just so tiny and adorable and was so very good and pleasant and darn near silent, contrary to his father's previous reports regarding the largesse and lengthy duration of the little angel who I never heard make a peep's noise level.  I should have thought to take some pictures there, especially of the baby (and ESPECIALLY of a nervous about holding babies Kat holding the baby, but she did great).  But I'm not sure they would have come out, as there was some discussion about whether or not the child might in truth be a vampire.  But it was the middle of the day, so probably not.

As always, it was great to see Knuck as well, and I truly enjoyed my first ever Mothership BBQ eating experience, having had the combo plate (with the pulled pork requested Kerry Woo style - I love my BBQ a bit crispy as well), the legendary crack-n-cheese, and the also legendary pinto beans - which I don't generally like pinto beans but just as everyone had been telling me, these were great.  And a special thanks to Knuck for donating the end-of-the-day veggies for our chick thing in the country.  I was also extra glad I made it for lunch this weekend as, unbeknownst to me at the time I was there, it may be closing very soon.  NIT bloggers may not just be Bloggers Without Borders, but Bloggers Without BBQ soon, and that is very sad.  If you're a potential investor who might be interested in helping expand this restaurant business into a better location, get in touch with Jim at the Mothership.

I missed seeing my Sista this trip, who was unable to make it for lunch or for the festivities at Chez Mack, and also hated missing Finn again, who was planning to come but got tied up unexpectedly.  Hopefully next trip we'll make up for it, ladies.  Didn't get to meet up with Smiley this trip either, which sucks, but he was in Sewanee this weekend and I could never begrudge anyone any opportunity to spend time on my favorite Tennessee mountain.  Also missed seeing Hutchmo, who was my original planned lunch partner for the occasion and opted to go see baseball in Florida instead, but that was quite all right - I know better than to attempt to separate Hutch from his baseball, and he'll just owe me another lunch or dinner anyway, heh.

Next, after what was a rather amusing shopping adventure on Thompson Lane, we headed out to Casa Mack.  Ivy and Kat rode out with me and our short little road trip was probably one of my favorite parts of the weekend.  You just can't ride in a car with BadBadIvy and Kat Coble for 45 minutes and NOT have an absolute blast, I dare you to try.  I'd have been perfectly satisfied with how my weekend had gone if it had all ended there - but wait!  There's more!!!

Little Cabin in the WoodsMost of the details have been outlined many other places so I'll not rehash every single thing, but I will say that Mack and Aunt B. just totally outdid themselves planning and providing this little soiree celebrating the female contingent of Tiny Cat Pants regulars.  In fact, I hesitate to even call it a "little" soiree because it really was not - THIS WAS HUGE!  The WoodsTee hee.  Who knows, maybe this was a test run and Mr. Mack has evil plans of kidnapping us all for his future harem - there was some discussion of everyone going and getting tattooed (after a few more drinks, of course), and it was just a little bit suspicious that Mack had "a place down the road" where we could all go and get 'em done "right now", I'll say that much.  But no, we all escaped - this time.Master of His Domain

I kid - Mack was a wonderfully gracious host, abundantly so, and I appreciate more than they'll ever know all that he and ourBloggers on Deck kind hostess B. did to put this together.  I had such a great time, and I am totally in love with Mack's cabin and want to live there, and the woods, and the creek, and everything in the vicinity.  And I also want his three awesome dogs while I'm at it.  And a majority of the cool stuff he has around all over the place. 

But seriously, Mack's place is exactly the kind of place that my betrothed Little Cabin in the Woodsand I hope to have some day, probably with more mountain and less farmwork, but we could totally live in that cabin and I may have to steal some building ideas if we evMore Newscoma & Macker have a chance to build.  It is a lovely, lovely place.

The food was incredible and people had brought enough to feed a couple of armies.  I hate that I was unable to fully enjoy the real honest-to-goodness tamales Mack had procured from his connection, but I am wimpy about super hot spicy food and I took one bite and almost had a stroke, but no doubt they were unbelievable if you can handle the hot stuff.

And just as with the food, the company was totally incredible and amazing.  Besides oh-so-generous and gracious Mack and the awesome Aunt B. (and can I just stop right here and say B.'s new haircut is just as cute as caHey Ladiesn be and so flattering and suits her so well), there were so many wonderful folks, many of whom I have met before and know well, several who I had the pleasure of meeting for the first time.  I was somewhat awed by and felt as if I were in the presence of Tiny Cat Pants royalty meeting the legendary The Professor and equally legendary and veteran commenter NM, who were both just adorable and a hoot.  I have heard much good about how wonderful and hilarious SaraClark is, and those rumors were totally true.  And I was especially pleased Ladies Laughingto finally meet the world's most awesome medical librarian, Rachel, who I have had many many e-mail conversations with but had had yet to meet in person, and am happy to report she is just the most cute and adorable little thing and so pleasant and funny.  Those librarian types are wild party animals, don't let anybody tell you any different!

Then there were all those I know but was equally happy to see, like Ginger, who is always so much fun to hang out with AND makes maybe the best mac &Two Cutiepies cheese I have ever eaten in my entire life (apologies to Knuck, but Ginger's M&C is pretty unbelievable stuff, man).  Malia, who I'd seen earlier at the 'Ship but was thrilled to see again, and is such a nice person and whose always-gorgeous hair I totally wish I had.  Kate O', who Kate O' & Mackis such a sweetheart and hilarious and is just one of those wonderful kinds of people who once you've met her, it's like you've known her for years and years.  KathyT, who is always just so warm and welcoming and you just can't help but love her to death.  The aforementioned Kat Coble, who I was thrilled to finally get to spend more time with getting to know this trip (we got to talk for maybe 30 seconds last time I was in town)Ivy & Mack in a Death Match and is just an absolute pleasure to know, fun and funny!  And the also aforementioned Ivy, who was her usual meek and mild, quiet as a mouse self (yeahsureright)... good lord, I wish Ivy lived with me 'cos not only would I be laughing my ass off 24/7, but I would be able to get my house finally clean and in order once and for all.  As you alreadyEven More Newscoma & Mack, Pointing saw, Ivy and I were doing quite a bit of Twittering Under the Influence throughout the evening.  And last but never least, my fellow West Tennessee sisters, Newscoma and The Squirrel Queen, who are just the most fab and made the party complete.

Another big high point for me was meeting the lovely and friendly and pleasant Mrs. Mack - she had had to work that night, otherwise I would have loved to have been able to hang out with her 'cos she seems really cool - and Mack's kids, who I had met before but not really spent much time around, are just awesome and two of the nicest kids you'll ever meet.  But I'll let Mack keep his kids when I usurp his estate for myself, I just want the dogs.

There were times it was a little hard for me to hear everything and everyone around me 'cos it was just pretty much non-stop talking and laughter the whole time, which was great - but as near-deaf as I am after so many years of loud music, when I wind up in a group that big and it gets kind of noisy it's really hard for me to follow everything sometimes, but there was just so much funny and hilarious stuff going on the whole time it really didn't matter - I'm surprised I didn't fracture a rib or three from laughing so hard and so much.  And even whatever I didn't hear or hear well, it really didn't matter - the friendship and fellowship and the whole experience of it all was the same and wonderful.

So, the rest of y'all that were there but didn't crash overnight missed one of the best parts of all, which was something only 'Coma and Squirrelly and myself were treated to the next morning - Mack made us the most awesome delicious waffles for breakfast that were just divine!  I think I will keep him around as a cook when I take over his estate.  

I also saw a bigass Cottonmouth swimming in the creek, which was not so divine - I'm not wild about snakeage - but he was kinda cool to look at, and I was standing on the wooden bridge above him and out of harm's way so that was okay.

If you want to see better photos (many of the same shots but with better cameras than my crummy cell phone camera), check out Ginger's, who has the BEST pic of Aunt B. with the Campfield toilet seat (bwahahaha), and Squirrelly's (who outdid herself with the graphics once again, that banner is so rad).

Leaving Mack's on Sunday, I didn't make a turn I should have and wound up in Goodlettsville, but finally found my way back to I-40 and westward and traveled to my Mom's, where we went out for a yummy lunch and to look around at some cars.  Got back to Memphis really late and the rest of the week has been a real bear, but that's all right

Anyway, a very special and grand weekend, and much thanks to Mack & B for making it all happen.  It was awesome and memorable, and I thoroughly enjoyed every minute.

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(Also known as paybacks are you know what…)

(And, my camera appears to be dying. Sorry.)

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... dogs is ecstatic that a piece of the Domino's Philly Cheesesteak pizza slipped off the plate and fell on the floor.

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Relevant Twitter posts from the weekend festivities, now all here at once and with commentary:

(Before the demon alcohol starting taking down innocent victims, though thanks to not having had much sleep the night before and apparently thinking sucking down KoolAid-y tasting rum drinks really fast was a good idea, it didn't take long for moi):

Lynnster: I am in the country with a bunch of blogger women holding Mack hostage.
(04:35 PM April 21, 2007 from txt)

badbadivy: Getting mah buzz on @ the tcp party. Expect crazy twittering!
(04:35 PM April 21, 2007 from txt)

Lynnster: Its like a bee extravaganza - says Ivy
(05:21 PM April 21, 2007 from txt)

Lynnster: Wild stuff going on @ Mack's, baby!
(05:37 PM April 21, 2007 from txt)

(Although Ivy and I Twittered at the exact same time several times during the course of the evening, and did it on purpose the first time, this next time was totally unplanned):

badbadivy: Macking on mack!
(05:49 PM April 21, 2007 from txt)

Lynnster: Mack is THE Mack daddy
(05:50 PM April 21, 2007 from txt)

(Your faithful Twittering duo are pretty much past the point of no return at this point):

badbadivy: Bitches, this is so cool!
(07:32 PM April 21, 2007 from txt)

Lynnster: I am here to tell you Nashville's female bloggers & Mack are awesome & mostly drunk
(07:32 PM April 21, 2007 from txt)

(It was BIG):

Lynnster: I saw a water moccasin in Mack's creek
(07:55 PM April 21, 2007 from txt)

(I don't get Twitter posts on my phone, so I didn't know Brittney had posted this that afternoon until much later in the evening when Kate was looking at her Twitter page via Web):

brittneyg: @Lynnster Tell everyone I said hello and that I love them, and to not talk shit about me behind my back. ;)
(01:29 PM April 21, 2007 from web in reply to Lynnster)

(So Kate and I both reply to her - one being naughty and one being nice, unbeknownst to the other until after we had both hit submit at the exact same time, even though the time stamp doesn't match - and of course just sent us even more into paroxysms of laughter because drunk people think EVERYTHING'S funny):

kateo: @brittneyg Now that you mention it, your name HAS come up once or twice...
(08:21 PM April 21, 2007 from txt in reply to brittneyg)

Lynnster: @brittneyg - No shit talking - everybody just wishes you were here!
(08:22 PM April 21, 2007 from txt in reply to brittneyg)

(Needless to say, now that we know we had/have an audience, things just deteriorate from there):

badbadivy: I love the word f*ck!
(08:29 PM April 21, 2007 from txt)

(The most violent card game in history begins):

Lynnster: Euchre war going on between Ivy Kat B & Mack
(09:15 PM April 21, 2007 from txt)

Lynnster: Ivy & Mack are losing
(09:17 PM April 21, 2007 from txt)

(They actually wound up winning and Mack did scary, nearly X-rated things to celebrate. As for this next one, I don't even remember texting it):

Lynnster: Table conversation about knockers
(09:59 PM April 21, 2007 from txt)

(Newscoma gets her kinky on):

Lynnster: Newscoma is placing animal figurines in questionable positions.
(11:38 PM April 21, 2007 from txt)

(The rest):

badbadivy: Back home. Mostly sober, but with a headache. Most likely going to bed.
(11:49 PM April 21, 2007 from web)

Lynnster: Talking about Campfield - he sux is the consensus
(12:44 AM April 22, 2007 from txt)

(Twittered after I crawled in bed, by 2:15 I was probably out like a light):

Lynnster: Lynnster 'Coma SQ Mack all gone to bed. All others @ home.
(02:14 AM April 22, 2007 from txt)

There is so much more I want to write about the weekend (as many so beautifully already have), and have so many comments to make at others' places and much reading to catch up on. But since I stopped off at my mom's on the way home - mainly so we could go look at cars (!!!) - I didn't get home until almost 11 and didn't get to bed until much later, and actually wrote this post once and then somehow deleted it in my exhausted confusion. I'll post more (and my crummy cell phone pix) later.

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Just a quick note that at least a few people will be enjoying delicious Mothership BBQ for lunch - and each other's company - tomorrow (Saturday) around noonish, so if you're so inclined, come on down and join us. The WonderDawg, K-Co, Ivy, Finn, and I, and maybe Paul C., will be partaking, and whoever else shows up. Possibly Lesley will join us for a nice vegetarian plate of crack-n-cheese as well.

Grace, I would about pay you to show up and meet Knuck in person, but I don't wanna spoil you guys' comment dating or anything.

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When I was going out club hopping in Chicago and L.A. a few weeks ago, I needed something to be able to carry cash and cell phone and ID and some other minor stuff around, since what I was planning to wear didn't have pockets.

I found this in one of the airport shops (and it was on sale too!). It's actually a sunglasses case, but it's perfect for situations like the above. You can probably get them and others similar at any CNBC News store at airports that have them.

* (All of the purses she buys are tiny and usually black.)

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I was reading my hometown (one of them anyway) newspaper online yesterday, and I found myself curiously drawn to a picture in it of the lunchroom in my old junior high school (one of them anyway - I went to two, and only went to this one for my seventh grade year). I kept looking at it; finding it odd for some reason unbeknownst to me; then would go elsewhere, then back and look at the picture again.

Then it finally dawned on me why it kept bothering me and seemed so odd. It was because I spent my entire seventh grade year in that school without ever having set foot in that cafeteria.

Strange, huh? But it just so happened I had a class that year where it was allowed - and nearly everyone in the class took advantage of it - to spend our lunch period in that classroom instead, so pretty much all of us did. I always brought my lunch or didn't eat lunch at all anyway, and I didn't have any classes down in that section of the school where the cafeteria was anyway, so I managed to avoid ever setting foot on that part of the campus.

Just one of those weird things. Shrug.

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