A back porch is essential to any inhabitance in Nashville. The roomies and I utilized our own yesterday evening for a night of wine & cheese. Mobilizing my record player, we relocated it to the porch, blaring Glenn Miller, Stan Getz and then progressively moving into a less classafrass Eagles record. We annihilated prosciutto, cantaloupe, and a truckload of cheese in roughly thirty minutes while humming along to our favorite oldies. Taking great pride in the European-ness (word?...maybe) of it all, we vowed to make this type of evening a regular occurrence.
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