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Than yodelling. Yeah, yodelling.

So, for my Spring Break, I went to Tennessee. On Saturday, we drove (we meanng family) about 10 hours and ended up in Virginia where we spent the night in a Best Western with a railroad track right behind it. And guess what. The train went by 7 times that night. I know, fun. Then, Sunday morning, we got up and drove to Tennessee. I don’t know how many hours. I stopped caring. Anyway, the buildings there. Whoah. They are shaped like the things they sell. There was a pizza place and arcade in one, and it was all shaped like pizza and superheroes and crap. And there was just an arcade and it was shaped like a juke box. There was some western place shaped like a boot. It made me want to live there. There were like 2385738467394 differant stores, a good chunk of them candy stores. It’s amazing I didn’t gain 30 pounds.

We rented a cabin for this trip and it’s really a lot better than a hotel. It’s all… not connected to other rooms. It’s nice. The whole place to ourselves. But anyway. Back to the yodelling. On Monday night, after some shopping again, we went to Dolly Parton’s Dixie Stampede. It was kinda like a Medieval Times thing. But, only before the horse back riding and food eating, there was a band. A fiddle, banjo, guitarish thingy, and that large bass thing that you can’t lift. It’s hard to explain. But, for part of it, the girl in the group of four was yodelling. She was a yodelling champion. But, I think yodelling is awkward. But that’s just me.

I also thought it was a little weird that the performers were riding ostriches. Yeah, ostriches. Is it just me, or does that not normally happen?