May I see some ID, please?

Andy and his money-collection hat

Asleep in her crib, or asleep at a downtown festival--anything goes

Last night, Cora was turned away from a music venue. The audacity!

For our girls' night out, Cora and I had ventured to 12th & Porter. There was an afternoon festival going on at the downtown Nashville venue, and our good friend and Hit & Run's longtime banjo player, Andy Thorn was performing with Emmitt-Nershi, along with the Travelin' McCourys.

Bouncers: "Sorry, she's not 21, you gotta go."
Me: "She's not going to drink. Really. I'll breastfeed her."
Bouncers: "It's our rules. You gotta go."

I finagled my way in with a little sweet-talking and a promise of only coming to see Andy and keeping headphones on Cora. And hang, we did.

I chatted with my friend, Nancy Cardwell, and Andy had asked to wear her money-collection hat on-stage. "Only if you announce the IBMA raffle to the crowd," she said. "OK," said Andy.

Andy left the hat on the table. We texted him: "Do you want the hat?" We watched him check his phone between songs. "Nah!" with a grin.

Lots of people walked up and admired Cora. One couple had left their baby for the first time, and they hovered around me, only wanting to talk about the baby.

Cora dozed in the sling throughout all of this. But in the middle of Andy's set, she awoke and started to fuss. I picked up her diaper bag: sopping wet. I smelled it--beer? No, thank goodness...just soda. I won't be taking the little C-Biscuit here anytime soon. It was still a fun girls' night out, though.