So, Wednesday night Kailey went to stay with my mother and father so we could get up early on Thursday and go to Nashville. It was nice having a night without Kailey but lonely at the same time. I got up got a shower, did my makeup and got ready to go.
The drive was not so bad but Nashville was a disaster, there were streets blocked off due to construction and it was hard to maneuver around Nashville. Buddy was in a bad mood because of the weather and the traffic. We finally got something to eat and then went to check in at our motel.
We checked in and had gotten into an argument about his bad attitude, for no reason. Finally we made up and got ready to go down the the strip. We caught a cab and he dropped us off less than a block from the strip cause of the roads being all messed up. We walked and went to a bar. The bar was OK, but crowded with UT and NC fans. Some of the NC fans were rude and needed an attitude adjustment.
We went to another bar and drank some more, then we went to the field to find our seats. We got our seats and then decided during the 2nd inning we would walk to the Wild horse bar and hang out and have some dinner. The sandwich I got was great, but we noticed the game was getting good. UT was winning, and because of a technicality the game was going into overtime.
Buddy immediately began to bitch at me as if it were my idea to leave the field, I never asked to leave he wanted to go get some food. But for some reason it was my fault that we had to leave and now I was going to pay for it.
He bitched at me and said awful things the whole walk back to the field. He claimed he wasn't taking me back to another game again because I always make him leave, but every game I have been to with him he has left early not because I wanted him to but because he wanted to or because he chose for us to leave.
So we get back to the field and of course they don't let you back in once you have left. UT lost and the gates opened and everyone started walking out, fights broke out cause north Carolina even though they won is full of sorry shitty people. I always like North Carolina as a state until I met people from one city Piedmont area. All the people there were rude, nosey, and would just blatantly say rude things to people they didn't even know.
I am a white girl of course, and I went up there to help with Anna's father who was dieing of cancer, we wanted to make his home more livable but the yard had become over grown and snakes were everywhere, we got a hotel room, and the next morning got dressed to go work in the yard. It was hot so I wore shorts and some woman at the wal-mart who had to be like 30 years older than me was talking very LOUDLY and rude about how white and ugly my legs are!
Who does that? Then we went to the MC Donald's to get some food and people were giving us rude ugly stares, and for no reason hadn't they ever seen 2 ladies wearing shorts and tank tops ready to go work in a yard? And if you think maybe we were wearing something inappropriate we got these same rude gestures the day before when we were wearing pants and t-shirts. So I don't think it was the way we were dressed.
So I personally don't care for NC people. I only know snobby TN people who think they are better than everyone that treat others with total disrespect but they don't go as far as pointing them out in public and ridiculing them. Seriously. You don't need to do all that.
The only nice NC people I know weren't born and raised there they were transplants from other normal states where you were raised to know if you don't have something nice to say don't say it at all and the golden rule which is taught in all schools in TN "Do Unto Others as You would have them do unto you" we were always taught to treat everyone the way we would have them treat us! So we know the repercussions of being rude would be the person we were rude to being rude back! It is common sense.
So there is my rant for NC people, if you are an NC person and you aren't mean and rude, thank you! I appreciate that, and hope there are more like you out there.
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