Then go to Harrison Glen, a subdivision in Murfreesboro (well, it might be out of the city limits, it was pretty BFE when we found it.)
Ian and I had a lot to do this weekend, so of course we procrastinated the best we could. We went to get Whitt’s BBQ to ease our hangovers this morning (and by morning I mean 1 p.m.), and when we finished we decided a great way to waste time would be drive around the most country parts of Murfreesboro we hadn’t ever been around.
So we took off (I’m not going to get into specifics of where we were because 1. I don’t really remember the street names and 2. most people that read this blog probably won’t know where the hell I am referring to) and drove around randomly down some back roads, just to see where they’d take us.
We were on the Cason Lane side of town after leaving Whitt’s so we decided to see what new stores they were putting in around that area. That led us to some backroads, and eventually down some road where we kept seeing signs for Harrison Glen. We’d heard the name of that subdivision before, so after a conversation about how when Ian moved to Murfreesboro in 1992 there were only about 3 subdivisions and now there’s about 333, we decided to see what was so awesome about Harrison Glen that they deserved signs every 5 feet.
After driving for what seemed like an hour (but really was about 10 minutes) we found it—waaay out in BFE. OH. MY. GOD. It had the UGLIEST houses imaginable. Seriously. The first house we saw from the road was this beaut:
Oh yes, a lovely blue siding will do the trick to make your house look expensive. Oh, and that wasn’t the only
eyesore nicety. Peach must be the new beige in house building, because this wasn’t the only one in the neighborhood of the hue:
Anyway, after we left Harrison Glen we found ourselves out on Barfield Church Road, near our house. We kept on trucking down 231 with no plan in mind. We went by Blackberry Ridge Golf Course to look at all the million dollar houses (and noticed one that we always look at when we pass—you really can’t help it, it’s so large—is for sale), and then decided to head out to Fosterville, since neither of us had even been there and it was on our way back to the house.
Well, Fosterville as about as exciting as a BFE community between Shelbyville and Murfreesboro could be, but we did see a front yard filled with rooster shelters. Ian said they were fighting roosters, but I don’t know how he could tell. Maybe it’s a guy thing. He also admonished me when I didn’t wave at a passing truck. Apparently, in the country you have to wave at people who pass you. But only people who pass you going the other direction. We were passed by several people from behind, but god damn we were seeing the sights in Fosterville! You can’t do that at 70 mph down a curvy country road.
So after seeing the fighting roosters and an old country store, we made our way back to 231 and headed home.
Now, it’s a couple hours later, and how much work have we accomplished?
Big. Fat. Zero.
Unless you count me working on my MTSU Undergrad music playlist on iTunes, blogging, and uploading a shit ton of old photos. Now that’s productive!
Tags: wasting time, Murfreesboro, BFE, fighting roosters