Life in "Nashville"

Sunday night, I was struck with a mad case of the hawngrys [Tangent: A step up from just being simply a little hungry.] while over on the East side at Jamie's. Because we are both fairly indecisive individuals, we defaulted to the always crowd-pleasing Pharmacy Burger Parlour and Beer Garden as we were cruising around town. I have been there a handful of times, but always arrived on non-standard meal hours, so no wait has ever come behind this gal and her ramekin of beer gravy. [THANK GOD!] Unfortunately, I soon realized that apparently I should have stuck to eating when no one else does, because when we got there- we had about a 30 minute wait.

This was fine. Sunday was a nice night and the fact that I could smell ground beef and sweet potato fries was like secondhand deliciousness so I was not irked. [Tangent: It would be as if I was nicking really bad for a cigarette and someone blew smoke in my face. It satisfied the craving for the time being...as I waited to be impregnated with a food baby.] While sitting outside the packed eatery and playing on my phone, I happened to look up and spot Gunnar from the ABC hit Nashville.  It went something like this:

Internally I lost my shit with excitement, but externally I must have been quite reserved because Jamie did not pick up on any of my subtle clues and body ticks that should indicate that he should peel his eyes off his iPhone momentarily and be on the lookout for ABC stars. Ugh.

Initially I was irked that Mr. Primetime got right in to get a table, which really contradicted Gunnar's nice everyman personae, but after posting about it on Facebook, a fellow Nashville blogger pointed out to me that he took a seat at the bar in lieu of waiting. She got seated next to him.

Ok, I know his name is Sam Palladio [Tangent: Thanks IMDB!] but I like to think since all the actors reside in my city that their storylines just exist in reality with mine. Is that weird? Probably.  Maybe if I didn't see them out doing normal people things and I lived in Los Angeles, it would be one thing, but I live in Nashville and the show is called Nashville. What else am I supposed to do?!??!?

 I mean when I saw Avery Barkley [Jonathan Jackson]  at Whole Foods or Scarlett O'Conner [Clare Bowen] in the balcony at the OCMS New Year's show, I felt this weird insatiable urge to approach them as if they were their TV counterparts.

Are you team Juliette Barnes or team Rayna James?

Is your hair real? [directed 99.9% at Scarlett]

What Kroger did you steal that nail polish from? 

Does Deacon smell like sawdust as I'd imagine? 

Do you all ever get together and watch old episodes of Who's Line is it Anyway? when Deacon was on there?

This is just a small list of the many that scroll through my mind every Wednesday night. [Tangent: Or Thursday when I DVR.] Before you start totally doubting my sanity, please believe deep inside- I know the show is not in the reality genre.  I know the show is fake because no Nashvillian would casually take a meeting at the pedestrian bridge and then walk in 4 inch heels to Tootsie's. That's clearly fiction.