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“Malory, are you retarded?”
(In response to me saying that I hope we get searched at the border.)
“Sure, no problem. Then again, I am Jewish, so I don’t know how good I’d be, but I’d give him one hell of a fight.”
(After I asked him to sleep in the bed closest to the creepy back door of the hotel room.)
“Let’s go check out the Opryland Hotel. You love rich buildings and affluent people.”
(He wasn't wrong.)
“There is far too much interaction with the help in this hotel.” *Knock* “Ugh, can you deal with the help?”
(Let me just state that he is by no means a snobby person, and he was joking. Don’t freak out.)
“This position is supposedly excellent for women who have trouble reaching orgasm. Oh, Mal, perfect!”
(In response to my Cosmo Sex Positions app he was reading on my phone. In my defense, this WAS a joke. We do not have that type of relationship.)
“Oh my God, oh my God, I love this song, I can’t handle it. I’m going to die. Hold my hand.”
(Alcohol induced, of course).
“I’m so happy we didn’t take the truck.”
(After seeing all the transports lined up at the border.)
“They’re whole wheat pancakes so they’re no calorie.”
*I told him I was going to do something different with my makeup* “So make it look good?”
“I’m Jewish.”
(His answer to everything.)
I can’t think of anyone else who would have been a better person to go to Nashville with. He was the reason I had such a great time, and who I want to continue to attend the fest with year after year. Love you, buddy! Thanks for an amazing trip!
Love,
M
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