Tennessee, how could you do this to me...

As the famous Hank Williams Jr. would sing, “Tennessee, how could you do this to me?”

The past couple of weekends we have been driving back and forth from Chucktown to Knoxville for football games. Every game we have gone to this year, we have lost. But we have had fun losing that is for sure. Everyone has good attitudes, everyone is drinking, everyone is cheering for the VOLS and everyone looks good in Tennessee orange… Even Dippy.

Some background on what actually goes on in Knoxville… home of my husband…

1-      We never stay at my in laws. Why? Because it is far and we don’t want to risk getting a DUI & it is fun staying with our friends.

2-      Everyone wears Orange and looks good in it

3-      All of Travisimo’s guy friends have nicknames. For example: Ghost- also known as the guy in the pic above who also goes by Dippy. They also have a Beaver, a Dog, a Worm, a Sloth and a Dragon aka my hubs.

4-      MY all time favorite thing about K-town is --- the retelling of stories--- because the drunker you get the funnier they are—EXCEPT this story…

Once upon a time there was a guy named Travisimo aka my husband aka Dragon. He had a friend named Dixon also known as Dippy aka Ghost. They drank A LOT alcohol in the city of New Orleans in celebration of Buddy Bill’s bachelor party.

Dippy says to Dragon, “Hey- Why didn't you get your armband all the way around your arm? You a pussy or something? You should get that one part of your tattoo filled in!”

Dragon says, “Only if you pay for it and all my drinks the rest of the night and weekend.”

(They have a give and take relationship--- it's beautiful.)

Dippy says, “Sure!”

So off they go… Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum… on the search for a tattoo parlor… wasted. For hours they walked and they drank. They got to a shop and the tattoo artist tells Dee and Dum that he can’t tattoo them because they are drunk… or was it because the tattoo artist was drunk. Regardless, they sweet talked their way in to getting that tattoo.

Dippy left the tattoo parlor $250.00 lighter and Dragon left with the worst idea tattooed on his body...forever. 

And they drank happily ever after.

So, this story is told over and over every time we are in Knoxville. It is a pretty recent event,so hearing the story is like salt in an open wound. I never laugh. I never think it is funny. I always want to cry when I see it.

So my hubs has this guys nickname -------->

Tattooed on his arm.

FML.