Nashville Recap: I’ve Been Down That Road

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Doesn’t he look like Gollum here?

Probably more turned on than she had ever been in her life right now.

Oh, writers, you so fiendishly clever in putting us off!Rayna is all twitchy-hot due to the elevator kiss and texts Deacon – Talk? PH1.  Subtext is clearly Fuck? Now?

Rayna opens the door, all a-flushed ready to be swept off to the bedroom by grizzled, growly, sex-beast Deacon only to see a sport-coated Teddy.  Wah-wah.

That’s not happiness to see me.

I’m sad for Teddy.  I truly am.  He looks so hopeful.  So freshly shaven.  So utterly deluded

I’ve decided, it’s not only the puffiness that’s offensive.  It’s the terrible dye job.  Doesn’t Juliette pay him enough to get a decent colourist?

I’ve also decided that Goodman is the kind of middle-manager who thought Lady Pens were a good idea.  It’s an untapped market.  Women have such tiny, pliant hands.  They need their own lady pen.  And look!  It’s totally trending on Twitter.  Honestly, doesn’t anyone else find it sad and slightly nauseating that a 50-year-old man (who is almost totally sexless) is so fixated on Twitter and what the internet chatter is all about.

Gunnar must have struck a nerve, along with a whole lotta skin and bone when he pummeled his fists into Avery’s mulish face.  He races back to Cougar Manager and packs his sad little bag and picks up his guitar and high-tails it out of Mommy’s house.  I feel a measure of satisfaction for Avery.  Maybe he is learning from his mistakes, just a little bit.  Sure, he’s a selfish prick (and aren’t most men?  Ladies, be honest) and he probably truly thinks he’s the better guy because he “had” Scarlett first but maybe he is learning a tiny bit.  And if nothing else, he might get a song out of the night.

Gasmi, I am fucking shocked and thrilled.  Teddy asked Rayna for a divorce!  Hurrah.  Thank you for growing some balls (or maybe Lamar just lent them to you for the night?).

Uh, what?  I’m supposed to dump your ass.  See, you are my satellite.  You revolve around me and my whims and choices and fancies and daydreams.  I am not happy by this turn of events.  And, most terrible of all, you’ve taken away the delicious illicitness of my inevitable coupling with Deacon.  God, you never do anything right, Second Choice!

Gasmi, my load is blown.  Crude I know but this episode was seething with sexiness.  See you soon(ish) for last week’s recap.  And I hope you know I don’t do it on purpose…I just have lots of other shit to do.  Frankly, gasmi, it’s the photos.  They take a fuck-load of time to do.  If I could just pound out a pure text recap…well, it wouldn’t take as long.  Anyway, that’s enough wah-wahing from me.