Dinner is served.

Tonight I went for a drive to Downtown Nashville.  It was busy.  I found a place to park, but it was outside the county justice department and there was a sign telling me that the solicitation of bail bonds outside the court house was illegal.  Camry's security rating is on the same level as a wet paper bag so to avoid any complications created by ne'er do wells being released at 8pm on a Friday night I drove back to the hotel, being kind of weirdly followed by a shady looking late 1990s Mustang Convertible for some of the way.

I got back to the Hotel and went to the reception desk to ask if there was anywhere within walking distance to get something to eat.  The courtesy bus driver popped his head up, showed me the menu of a 'real nice place' nearby and offered to give me a lift, which he duly did.  It was 2 sets of traffic lights away.  He gave me his card, showed me inside and made sure that the staff knew to call him when I was ready to leave.

I innocently ordered a Salad, which was unfortunately served with a tenderloin steak on top.  I forced myself to eat it.   I also forced myself to drink beer and then have dessert which was a sort of semi crunchy chocolatey cake with ice cream on top.  Yummy!  I called the hotel, my driver collected me and brought me back to the hotel.  I am tired and well fed now.  Night night.