So, how was your weekend?

At 4:03pm on Thursday, my friend who was driving from Missouri to Atlanta to visit me, called and said he was broke down in Clarksville, TN (on the Kentucky/Tennessee border).  He wasn’t going to make it.  This guy has been my “brother from another mother” since high school and I haven’t been able to hang out with him in months.  He was coming down celebrate his new found job and the birth of my child.  Canceling the weekend was not an option.

At 4:06pm on Thursday, I was driving to Clarksville.  Thanks to Atlanta traffic it took me over 5 hours to get there, but it was time well spent.  My friend spent time getting to a dealership to fix his truck and pleading with them to fix it asap.  I spent my time making plans to make the most of the situation.  I called my brother and had him activate his google powers.  Before I hit Chattanooga, we had plans and directions for Friday’s activities.  The truck would be fixed Friday.  While we waited, we would be touring the bourbon trail in Kentucky.  Before I hit Nashville, my brother had used his points to get us a free hotel reservation with breakfast included.  Bam, the weekend was saved.

I arrived in Clarkville to find my friend standing under the overhang of a bank to hide from the pouring rain.  It was a pretty sad sight.  He greeted me with a sarcastic “WTF took you so long?” and cracked a smile.  The weekend had begun.  We were both exhausted from the day so we grabbed a quick bite to eat and then some beer to drink at the hotel.  The rain eventually cleared and let us puff on a couple nice cigars that I happened to have so the rough day ended up with smooth finish.

On Friday, we got on the road again early.  We were headed about 3 hours out to Kentucky’s bourbon trail.  Near Louisville you can find the distilleries for Maker’s Mark, Evan Williams, Jim Beam, and various other brands.  Sure, we could have had a good time in Nashville which was less than an hour away, but we had already been there.  We were looking for new adventure.  Of course, we had a blast.  We saw some new sights, ate some local food, and made some new memories.  That afternoon we headed back to Clarksville, picked up my friend’s truck and headed to Atlanta.

This story is long enough so I’ll just say we had a great time Saturday and Sunday.  Motorcycles, dogs, 2x4s, steaks on the grill, and lots of alcoholic beverages were involved.  Props to my brother for coming through with the room and plans for us.  Props to my friend for keeping a good attitude.  When life gives you lemons… call a friend, kick life in the nuts, and have a good time anyway.  My weekend was the best I've had all year.
 

damn today sucks though.  Is it 5 o'clock yet?