I'm Lindsay Ferrier, a Nashville writer with a passion for family travel, exploring Tennessee, and raising kids without losing my mind in the process. This is where I share my discoveries, along with occasional deep thoughts, pop culture tangents and a sprinkling of snark. Want to get in touch? Use the CONTACT form at the top of the page.
July 8, 2008
>”Are you The Writer?”
The hostess at a trendy restaurant where Hubs and I were celebrating our anniversary last week asked me this question as I scooted into our booth. Quickly, I scanned her face– Was I being Punk’d? She gazed steadily back at me.
“Me? Hehum. Yeah…?” I said hesitantly. It had to be a trick question. I mean, I guess technically, I wrote stuff. Did that make me The Writer? I couldn’t be sure.
“I’ve read you all through college,” she said earnestly. “I just graduated. I love your column.”
“And I LOVE YOU!!!” I shrieked, leaping over the table and enveloping her in a big bear hug.
Okay, so maybe I imagined that part. What I actually did was smile very politely and say, “Wow. Thank you so much! Thank you! I mean, thanks! Really! Thank you!” And then, as she walked away, I turned to Hubs with a huge grin on my face.
“I’m The Writer.” I said. “The Writer! That’s me!”
Hubs was grinning, too. “That was a first!” he said.
The evening was off to a good start, but as many of you know, it is actually impossible for me to go out without making a fool of myself. But hang on. We’re not quite there yet.
After a marvelous dinner of seared sashimi tuna and a goat cheese and roast chicken empanada and ceviche and the best sangria and mojito I have ever had the pleasure of imbibing, we drove to the incredibly self-conscious, boho-artsy side of town in order to see a Battle of the Bands between “rockers” from all three local TV stations. The tiny bar was packed with news people, all of whom turned out to cheer on their respective employees as they took the tiny stage.
While we were there, I caught up on gossip with some of my friends and former co-workers. And then I met my husband’s boss for the first time. We chatted for a few minutes, me compulsively swirling the drink straw in my Cosmopolitan while I gassed on about ratings and and news philosophy and blah blah blah and then, I guess my compulsion got the best of me or something because all of a sudden, the straw catapulted right out of the drink and….
HIT MY HUSBAND’S BOSS IN THE FACE.
Oh yes it did.
“Whoa!” I yelped. Oh no. Oh. No. “Ooh, sorry about that.” The boss wiped droplets of my Cosmo off his cheek.
“Wow,” my husband said mildly.
“Yeah, I don’t know what happened,” I said in what I hoped was a casual tone. I tried to smile to mask my horror and ended up with the face of a Barnum and Bailey clown who’s just been kicked in the ‘nads.
“That’s it, Ferrier,” the boss said, turning to Hubs. “You’re through.”
Okay, so maybe I imagined that part. But there’s probably a new note in Hubs’s employee file this morning that says something like, FERRIER’S WIFE IS A COCKTAIL STRAW-TOSSING LUSH WHO REFERS TO HERSELF IN THE THIRD PERSON AS ‘THE WRITER.’ THE WOMAN IS A LOOSE CANNON AND MUST BE DEALT WITH.
Not long after the straw-tossing incident, Hubs’s boss excused himself (probably to go wash his face off in the men’s room, OMG)and I was left to watch the stage and ponder my shortcomings. I stared morosely at a Channel 2 reporter I knew only through his website, which I think set a record at one point for most-pictures-of-one’s-own-self-on-a-blog. He was singing with gusto, accompanied by his entirely-too-gorgeous-and-skinny-and-blonde wife. And they were good. Disturbingly good. I masked my insecurities accordingly by starting a rumor that she was a mail-order bride from Lithuania. And then I stared in awe at two guys standing inches from the stage, swaying blissfully to the duo’s original stylings and singing along, word for word. The dudes looked like they had come straight from Bonnaroo- They were skinny, dreadlocked and tattoooed, and they wore head kerchiefs. After the set was over, they cornered the reporter’s mail-order bride and eagerly chatted with her. I joined my husband and a news photographer and his wife.
“Would you like a beer?” I heard a few moments later. One of the dreadhead groupies had come over to talk.
“Er, what?” I asked. Surely I had misheard him.
“Would you like a beer? I’d like to buy one for you.” I stood gaping at him for a long moment.
“No,” I said finally. “No thanks.”
“Are you sure?” he asked. He was dancing from one foot to the other, as if prepared to run should my husband, who was sitting on the edge of the pool table beside me, decide to challenge him.
“Yeah,” I said. “I’m sure. Thanks, though.”
I turned back to my friends. They all burst out laughing.
“What was that?” the photographer said.
“I have no idea,” I replied. Nor did I care. I was simply going to savor the moment that some dude tried to buy me a beer. A sort of dirty, scary-looking dude with- was that a moustachelet?-, who was probably planning to drug me, but hell. I’m a suburban mama with four kids and a beagle.
That was about as exciting as my week was going to get.
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>Sounds like a fun night! Except for the boss part. 😛
>I love this. The party sounds very much a microcosm of Nashville, and you got to interact with all of it :).Oh, and the straw thing–as well as your reaction to it–sounds EXACTLY like something I would do.
>That reporter blog is funny. As well as the cocktail straw episode! We moms love a night out.
>How exciting to be recognized as a Writer! Congratulations! I am forever embarassing myself in front of people – I can totally empathize with the ‘straw incident’ yikes!:) Beckyhttp://www.stinkylemsky.typepad.com/
>Should have asked him to buy you cheese fries.
>OMG, so first… ELLL OOOHH VEEE EEE LOVE the new header! That is so awesome! I’m thinking I want to add that pose into my photography repertoire.Second, what a fun night. I love that you had a fan seat you. The wait staff was probably poking about trying to get a look at The Writer. And I bet hubby’s boss saved the tissue that he cleaned cosmo drops with. He’s a secret fan, I’m sure of it!
>It sounds like a pretty exciting night to me. LOL
>Channel 2 news guy’s blog is hilarious… I didn’t read one word, but the dozen odd pictures of him posing “on location” are priceless- what a tool!
>That new banner is awesome. And I’m sorry but it does make me feel a little better that I’m not the only one who has embarrassing little mishaps.
>And yet, as much as I hate to admit it, Scott Fralick’s band was AWESOME. And now I sort of want to hang out them… Besides, his wardrobe rivals that of Darian Trotter. And he actually has the matching jacket to Hubs’s coral pants!!
>Love the new look!OMG, I would totally say yes to anyone buying me a beer right now. Though it would have to be an O’Doul’s and I would def. question his judgment since I look 6 months pregnant. But still. Thank goodness for the Y, right? (And your totally lush hair. Boo-Hoo I just got my chopped off.)
>The straw in the face is excellent. You always want to give people a hook, something to remember you by. At least that’s what I told myself when I accidentally poured coffee in someone’s lap while waitressing. Your gaffe did not burn- no harm, no foul. Congrats on the Writer love!
>Feels good to know you still have game, doesn’t it?
>You are way too funny!! love your new picture!
>Rock and roll mama, you made me laugh out loud. I’m so glad to know I have a “hook” with my husband’s boss! 😀
>I want to hear more about this battle of the bands – where was it? Will they do it again? Sounds kind of fun, in a strange sort of way.
>It was really fun. They should do it again, because I heard that a lot of people who didn’t go heard about how much fun it was and wished they had gone. If I hear about another one, I’ll have to announce it on my blog or something. 🙂
>So funny! I’ve had one too many around The Foreigner’s boss, too, back when he worked for a living…leaves quite a stain! Oh, LOVE the new header – you hot thang!
>”Wiping Ass and Taking Names”!Great header, I have been chuckling all day long.
>A straw in a cosmo? Sounds like sabotage…
>Straw flicking incident = Pretty Woman escargot scene.Slippery little suckers.Awesome.
>Awesomeness! The straw incident… that’s okay. It could have been much worse!
>Bonnaroo??? I am so geographically challenged!!Hey, I just gave you an award on my blog, the Arte di Pico award (just roll with it, I didnt invent it, it was passed along to me.)Enjoy!
>I live here in Nashville and my hubs and I have been looking for a mojito to rival the ones we had in Santa Fe – what was the trendy restaurant? Thanks,Lori
>Congratulations on being “recognized!” Your new blog photo/header is AWESOME!!! So funny, and you are sickeningly gorgeous! Go you!
>Moustachelet or not, I’d take the beer (but I’m a lush so no great surprise).
>Hey you’re lucky. You were respectfully asked if you would like a beer. Last week I was reduced to a man eye balling my boobs as he opened the door for me at a gas station, and then making some sort of foreign mating call, to let me know he liked what he saw. oock! I felt molested!
>Sounds like a good night to me, only one bad part.
>You (and your hub) will survive the straw episode.Were I to attend a party with my work brass, and that were to happen to me — hitting my big boss thus — she would as likely start a “flying straw” war at the table, and then come up with unique ways to remind me of my gaffe for the next six months…
>Some men pay big money to have drinks tossed in their faces. Maybe his boss is a submissive and you just got your hubby a raise.
>Mental note—do not use straw when chatting with husband’s boss. Ever.Love the new photo–it’s “fierce”.
>Lori,My guess is that the restaurant she is referring to is Lime. I only say because I went there the other night and had the goat cheese and chicken empanadas… Amazing. All my friends had Mojitos and loved them. I had the capirianha (sp?) and it was great! Hubby had the jalapeno version and really liked it. All the drinks are mixed fresh from what I understand, no bottled mixes. Check it out. Also, Rumba on West End has really good Mojitos as well. And their chivitas are amazing! Jen
>You’re right, Jen- It was Lime. Great restaurant! Sorry I forgot to respond. The last few days have been hellishly busy.
>the straw incident was awesome!