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Stepping back in time

Last week, my husband and I celebrated our 8th wedding anniversary. 8 years, ya’ll!

PicMonkey Collage Anniversaries

Every few years we stay home for our Anniversary, because its actually an extra special treat to just stay home for the night. This year, though, I wanted to get dressed up and go out. I guess after being out and watching everyone having fun from behind the bar, I was ready for it to be my turn.

A friend had told me about The Patterson House, a speakeasy where you were guaranteed to have a special experience. I’d been interested in it ever since she told me about it, but I never had an excuse to go. Our anniversary, however, presented me the chance to go.

Now, before I go any further, I want to note there are certain “eras” I’ve been fascinated with all my life. Victorian era, the roaring 20s and the 50s have always grabbed my imaginative side. Since moving to Nashville, though, the 20s and prohibition have really struck a chord. Especially working in Printer’s Alley, where stories of the alcohol flowing right through prohibition stand out as some of my favorites.

So it was with this flutter of excitement in my stomach that I got dressed up and we headed to Patterson House. I really wasn’t positive what to expect. I’d looked at pictures online from other patrons, but they didn’t REALLY paint the picture for me.

The Patterson House

We followed our GPS to the address listed and luckily snagged a parking place fairly close to the building. We walked to the somewhat nondescript door with only the name on the window. We entered and found ourselves in a small waiting area. A heavy drape separated the waiting room from the bar/dining area. We requested a table for two, and we were immediately seated…

…and immediately transported back in time. It tickled every single one of my daydreams about the 20s. Oh okay, no one was in flapper dresses, and there weren’t any cigarettes on fancy holders. But it was as close as it possibly could be.

The Patterson House

Our server was excellent, and she patiently went through how the Patterson House worked. She explained how the drinks were made from scratch, and how the menu was laid out by alcohol, then classic cocktails, and of course food.

I forget what my husband ordered to drink, but I ordered a “Juliet & Romeo” — an amazing Gin drink that I thought fit for our anniversary dinner. It was like nothing I’d ever had before, and I found I loved it. In fact, I ended up ordering a second after dinner.

The Patterson House

Our meal consisted of sliders, grilled cheese and tomato soup, and tater tots. Sounds simplistic. Tasted delicious. Ended up being perfect.

I found myself time and time again just sitting, taking it all in… letting my soul be refreshed my something so different. Letting my imagination run wild, like it once did as a kid. I swear my eyes had to be glowing the entire time we were there.

I excused myself to find the restroom, and much to my delight I found a print of paper boys at the end of Printer’s Alley hanging in the stall I chose. It was an image I’d seen a million times, but it just added to the magic of the night for me.

Wedding rings

When we left, my husband commented that it was like I’d had some sort of spiritual experience while on our anniversary date. I told him I wouldn’t necessarily go that far, but I definitely got this wonderful reset that I’d been looking for and needing. I was allowed to go on a little vacation, even if only for a few hours as my imagination met reality.

It was, frankly, amazing,

My first hockey game

I attended my first hockey game last night.


Yup. It was my first Preds game. Shocking, I know. I’ve lived here almost 8 years, and I had never gone to a hockey game before last night.

I got tickets after attending the Southeastern Young Alumni block party back in August, and I had been looking forward to the night ever since then. It was on my calendar, and I was practically counting down the days.

Why? Because it was something different. Because it would be a night out and away from everything else. Because I wanted to go!

Predators Hockey

I’ll be honest, I had no clue what to expect. Heck walking out of the house, I wasn’t even sure if I should grab a sweatshirt or not. I was THAT clueless.

My husband and I had some dinner, then headed downtown. We parked, got our tickets, and went inside. We had great seats (I think) and we only missed a small portion of the first period as we got drinks and I bought a t-shirt.

I was fine temperature-wise until mid-way through the second period. Then, I started to get a little chilly. But I was fascinated. I don’t understand hockey other than the fact that the puck needs to go into the net to get a score. And there’s something called a hat trick.

Predators Hockey

I mean no offense to hockey fans in saying that! But lets be real here. I know almost every nuance of football, and what I don’t know I want to learn. I’m a football fan. I grew up in Texas after all!

Hockey… hockey is like a foreign language to me. I’m fascinated listening to people speak in another language, but I understand nothing more than, “Gracias,” “Ciao,” and “Jak se máš.”

I was completely entertained watching the people see themselves on the jumbotron as well. That is ALWAYS fun. And I felt weird doing fang fingers when my poor nails are in such sad shape. They’re far from being threatening these days.

By the end of the game, my eyes were watering and my sinuses were pissed off breathing the cold air for so long.  But I had fun. I had a LOT of fun.  So we lost, 0 – 3. At least it was just preseason.  I’d love to go again, and next time I’ll be far more wise as to what to expect.

Predators Hockey

We left the arena, debating what to do. Just go home? We decided, instead, to walk Broadway. We don’t do that much, and I actually felt kind of lost with all the new clubs! However, I found I still knew a lot of people in the bars and on the street, and that made me quite happy. Heck a few people I knew but my husband didn’t! It was kind of weird, but it also made me chuckle. Bartending has made me a lot of friends, I guess.

We made the rounds. Sat and watched some friends play for awhile. Shared a lot of hugs and some laughter. We even got some ice cream!


It ended up being a fantastic date night. Just us. And I loved it. I needed it. I am so thankful we got to go and spend the time together. Priceless memories made.