Hula Hoop - Supermodel
August 29 to September 6
Tennessee, Illinois, etc. etc. etc.
Hula Hoop - Supermodel |
The Queen of Canada, asleep in her tiara.
There's no escaping the prying eyes of my adoring public.
Bob, finally tiring of this dry county.
Waiting for the bus to Gatlinburg.
We made it to Gatlinburg.
Well, I don't know if it's gonna give me money or not?!?
Rushing to find a bar.
Yay! We found one. Welcome to Hoggs & Honey's.
Chi Chi, all bright-eyed and bushy tailed.
Fatima enjoying a beer.
Bobbin' & Weevin'
Richie's southern cousin, Tumbleweed.
The whole fam-damly. (Dirt on the patch).
This was our waitress, Cassy. She's a little cutey.
It didn't take us long to befriend a gang of bikers.
Cassy with shooter girl Sarah (they called her Dirty Girl too).
Bob with the help!
Dirty in Porn Queen pose.
All we ever do is laugh.
When is the beer gonna kick in?
Right about now!
This is when Sarah started sinking.
Dirty demonstrating her physical prowess.
She took on the whole bar. (Notice she's wearing a different shirt?
She was almost arrested for indecent exposure).
She just doesn't give up.
Oh wait, she's taking a break.
But not for long.
Then we stopped off and saw Flo and Vera before leaving Pigeon Forge.
Beaker and Bob at breakfast.
Look at the tons of food they served us.
Here we are shipping out of Pigeon Forge.
First night in Nashville strumming on the old guitar.
The Queen of Canada relaxing in the RV park.
Then she took her wig off and got more comfortable.
Then a big bug flew in.
Here we are, "The Canadian Drinking Team", in Tootsie's Orchid Lounge.
Crappy shot of the band.
Enjoying the first round.
Bob surrounded by county paraphernalia.
Still at Tootsie's.
Then we went to the Market Street pub for chicken and ribs.
This is one of the classier places in Nashville and I threw up in it.
Bob cleaning his plate.
Sarah's destined to become a lounge singer at an airport bar.
The taps at Market Street.
Yep, still there.
Here we are aimlessly wandering the streets of Nashville.
And, of course, no city would be complete without a Hard Rock.
They are so strict down here.
A rare Dirt and Elvis sighting.
Really cool looking building.
The Ryman Auditorium
(former home of the Grand Ole Opry)
Then we hit Printer's Alley and stopped at Lonnie's bar for a bucket o' beers.
Next stop was Bourbon Street to hear the blues band.
The sax player was from London, Ontario and we lost another t-shirt.
Teachin' how to bob & weeve
Don't remember her name, but she was a local (and they're hard to find).
Here she is with her man.
Dirt schmoozin' with the door man on the way out.
She has so much love to give.
Richie in the sixties.
Workin' at the Car Wash
Buggin' out of Nashville |
Relaxing on the drive.
Chi Chi doing a skill-testing puzzle.
Weevie still not feeling well.
Yay, Lovington. It does exist!!!
On the deck at the Hale Bros. farm.
Then along came Bob.
Deanna at the Double E.
Stacey at the DE.
Fatima warming up for $1 beers. (I kid you not).
And this is the product.
The Canadian Drinking Team in Illinois.
Yep, still drinking.
Dirt and Chad's Uncle Jack (Lovington's local dirty old man).
We lost another shirt.
Then we moved on to join the boys at Shooters.
Chad's cousin-in-law, Sage, and his sister, Stephanie.
The Lovington's at Shooters. Bob, Gary and Steph.
Sage with the Canadian Drinking Team.
Cousin Parker and Sage.
The old glassy eyes are starting to show.
On the main drag (haaaa) in Lovington.
On the road again. Sarah outside Perkins.
I am still recovering at this point trying not to think of food.
Smilin' Bob, the new Perkins spokesperson.
Sarah, "I so wish this trip was over."
The smooth, suave and sophisticated Fatima.
Then we grabbed a case of burgers from White Castle.
You're reading right. 30 in a box.
Last stretch of the journey. We're probably in Ohio at this point.
The fun didn't stop until late Sunday night.
