I’m trying hard not to overwhelm myself with things I could possibly do just because I’m in a new place, or getting disappointed when I can’t do everything. I walked through Chattanooga’s North Shore, finding details to love and graffiti and going to the first of hopefully many awesome doughnut shops. I’ve already eaten too much today and I’m just getting ready to go to dinner.

Butterscotch and Red Velvet. Goodness.

I’ve always liked boys who row.

I’ve always liked boys who play music.

I’ve always liked boys who skate.

I met up with a friend and we ended up getting trapped in a pub by the downpours but as far as places to be trapped, this was pretty nice. We braved the rain enough to cross the bridge to Taco Mamacita and gelato.

I met back up with Brian, and we ventured out to a couple more bars for drinks and food and Bruins.

 

This hot sauce almost killed me.

 

There was a ska band playing at The Honest Pint, which apparently used to be a brothel (dept. of things that are now other things).

Tiny pitchers of beer!

This is Maggie.

Tomorrow: New Orleans!!!!!!

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Morale: TIRED

Food Rations: Ate twice as much as I should’ve

Soundtrack: All the Tennessee accents