Yeah, I'm talking about you. The girl who has more boots in her closet than she does flip-flops. The guy whose idea of a fun Friday night is throwing back some beers at a country bar, and maybe twirling a pretty blonde "thang" around. Those of you who use "sweetie," "darlin'," and "y'all" in your daily vocabulary. Whether you're from the Midwest (like me), East or West Coast, or wherever you're from, if it wasn't Honky Tonk Central, then it should have been.

Every cotton-eyed-joe, boot-scootin'-boogie, and two-step opportunity that you hear when you're out, you're the first one on the dance floor. It's okay to put your whiskey down for a few minutes, just leave it with your friends in their ripped blue jeans and cowboy hats, they'll watch it for you. Or, if you're a pro, just down it first.

Of course, it ain't a party until someone starts playing "Wagon Wheel," "Callin Baton Rouge," or "The Devil Went Down to Georgia." I'm not talking karaoke or DJ mixes (although Nashville karaoke does have its moments), I'm talking live music with fiddles, harmonicas, boot stompin' and all.

And seriously, you can't even associate with people who don't know who Garth Brooks is, I mean let's get real.

The best part of being a Tennessean at heart? Your faith, love and kind spirit. Those are all things we should strive to have no matter where we come from, but in my (slightly biased) opinion, Nashville does it best.

Now go kick back and relax. Don't forget your Jack Daniel's.