I spent the second weekend in June with the family in Nashville and go to go to both Wanderlust, a benefit for the Brooks Fund, and of course the Swan Ball, a benefit for Cheekwood. Swan Ball will need its own post, even though it seems that every year I am too swamped away and upon return to actually give it decent coverage. And this year I was writing for Nfocus so my writing efforts were focused there instead of here.
Friday night I flew in and only had time for a shower and wardrobe change before meeting Keith for Wanderlust. Unfortunately, en route Keith learned that an acquaintance of his committed suicide sort it threw a sort of pall upon the evening. Everyone rallied though, and a good time was, for the most part, had by all. I wasn't driving so I ended up well into messy before I got home. We ended up at Tribe/Red/Play, and while usually I couldn't get a man to pay attention to me if I were on fire, I had two sexy men vying for my attention in a very take me home, without the country roads, sort of way. Unfortunately they would not separate and I could not finesse one over the other, sort of like trying to sleep with one roommate and keeping the other option open while they are in the same room. Ultimately I settled for the flattery and was happy to go home alone. I needed my rest badly for the ball to come.
This year's Wanderlust was held at the Lane Motor Museum in the old Colonial Bread factory. The Lane Motor Museum is really amazing (even if the bright institutional lighting was painful), and I need to go back there when I can pay some attention. That portion of the evening flew by as I spent it flitting from couple to couple reconnecting with old friends. And making some new ones. (By the way, I had not been inside that building since I was about 5 or 6 and I went there on a school trip with my mother. I have vivid memories of that field trip ant watching the machines make, bake, slice, and bag bread. Happy memories too.
All in all, a grand time was had by all, and I was grateful for the opportunity to socialize with my gay Nashville, as this weekend was very home/Belle Meade-centric.
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A true delight of the night was meeting New Orleans transplants John and Robin Zenker. If I lived in Nashville, there would be bff's. Super social people, they moved to Nashville to slow down. In her own words, they "found the gays" and are back to being the party people. Love those who love the gays.
And they are both made of the awesome. I love them both, and would, ahem, come between them. John is the one dancing above. Robin is below with one of her friends whose name I cannot recall. As gay as it sounds, I knew I would love her when I saw the shoes.
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C'mon. That's pretty awesome.
She has a great back story too, which may or may not be shared later.
Shouts out.
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