Coffee has never tasted as good as it did this morning. Thick and bold and delicious. Hitting the bars and not getting to bed past 4am is a lot more tiring when you’re sober, but it was still a blast nonetheless. There was a lot of dancing. A LOT. High waisted shorts and zebra print tights. There was some Like a Virgin, and Smells Like Teen Spirit. Macarena and Bump n’ Grind. Doesn’t get much better.
My cousin and I are still on a weekly brunch binge to try out local places in Nashville that I’ve never been too. Why live in such a great city if you never explore it? This morning was Marche and the spinach and brie quiche was to die for. I might have actually died. I’m not sure.
A quick, meticulously time snap of the Nashville skyline and perfect weather. Life is good.