yes. knoxville, tennessee.
a.k.a. go vols. (be quiet, melinda. i know you love them!)
knoxville, tennessee. all my life when i heard of that place, i just thought about phil fulmer and football...thrown in with a little pat summitt. even though it was only four hours give or take from my hometown of clarksville, it still just seemed like a cool place to belong.
in college, i started going to games {when the free tickets were offered. uh huh.} and it did not disappoint. orange every where you looked, and a lot of tennessee pride.
lately, i get to go there more because of this guy.
and when i was there last, he took me to some touresty stops along the way, and i have pictures to prove.
check out dude's overalls sans underwear. it is unfortunate that i know that.
he also had on knee socks with cowboy boots and it was 100 degrees.
no thanks.
who knew orange was such a popular color?
i have always been rather fond of the goodyear blimp. i would also like to ride in that thing one day.
things took a turn for the worse walking home from the game and got all spooky.
by the looks of things, i think it's obvious he adores me.
my personal tour guide.
we can not get it together. i am in left field somewhere. there was no way i was looking down, can you imagine how even more unflattering that would have looked? i am no dummy.
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