Not sure why, but I still get nervous/neurotic/miserable on Bills' Sundays.
My wife has always wanted to go to Nashville so since I wouldn't be distracted by my nonsensical addiction to this abusive relationship (mine with the Bills, not with Caitie) I picked this weekend. Being 33, and not 21 anymore, I can safely say this is the drunkest city I've ever been to, in a very good way. Just fun every minute watching some of the best musicians I've ever heard play for peanuts at countless dive bars. The food here sucks, but I didn't go in thinking I was in for a culinary experience.
So that's my non-bills Sunday. What is yours?