He Does Not Really Want Me Do This...

Like I mentioned earlier, my friend and male victim de jour Miss Daisy came to visit in Atlanta. Since he doesn't get out much, he was blown away by what a weekend in Coletrain's Hotlanta could entail. So much so, he wants me to do a dual diary of the weekend with him in this space and his. At first I thought this sounds like a lot of work, but his commentary on Atlanta music on his blog was quite the inspiration. So here we go!

Thursday - Left work at 4:30pm to go to Sweetwater Brewery Tour to start the night off right. Got distracted on highway and ended up at home, when I realized I still had to clean this place. Great. So I got to it and then hit McCrays on 6th St at around 6:45pm to meet up with the Washington University Young Alumni of Atlanta. This things are usually a 7 on the 1-10 fun scale, simply because the awkward cordiality of the people there is hilarious after drink three or four. Anyway, I arrive 30 minutes late and see a crowd of people in the front of the bar. I was hopeful, but the people there didn't have that special brand of stuffiness that characterizes all Wash U alumni. Ahh, my people are in the back of the restaurant, sitting at the only tables with tableclothes and candles - in a dark bar. This is the Wash U party.

So I approach my people, look around, say hello to people I remember, ignore anyone I don't know, and proceed to catch up (I figure I am only down two, or three.). After making some small talk, and at Brent the organizer's urging talking to a fraternity brother of mine on his phone and calling him by the wrong name (sorry Pokey), I decide to sit and brood until people I actually hung out with in school showed up. That started with Ryan, another frat brother who was excited Miss Daisy was coming, and Murry - a guy who knew me only by reputation, and I now have to reprogram him. Once the three of us started talking, we started cracking jokes and telling stories, everyone else brightened up or left, and it was a good time. At 9 or so I realized I needed to sober up so I could drive to the airport to pick up Daisy. On the way out, I took a random picture with my friend Melanie to celebrate that we met at one of these things a year ago - and we still talk!

Later that night, I get to the airport around midnight, forgetting to take down Daisy's flight number. And of course his flight was late. You see, Daisy was flying from Chicago O'Hare, the busiest airport in the country in terms of flights. He was flying to Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta Int'l, the busiest airport in terms of people. And number one and two in flights delayed and cancelled. So after circling about seven times I had to call my buddy in St. Louis who I knew would be both awake and at a computer to get the time when Miss Daisy's flight would arrive. Eventually I got him, and he wants food - so we go to Fellini's for pizza. And of course, only Daisy would get in a discussion about Chicago pizza with the pizza guy at 1:30am.

Friday - I get off work at one, and grab Ryan to get some food. We end up at this place called the Globe near Georgia Tech - a place that is WAY too trendy to be associated with an engineering school. Well, its Georgia, they blend lots of things that don't go together (more on that later). Some how Matt and I get into a discussion about James Spader. I think he rules because he is on Boston Legal. After some smarmy forgettable remark from Matt, I tell him he looks like Bill Shatner. You be the judge.

After the most expensive lamb sandwich I have had since Iceland, we went home and got ready for the Braves game. On the way, we had to stop at a convenience store so Miss Daisy could coke up with some cola. (Yeah, I call it that.) Of course this place was next to the GIRLS-R-FUN strip club and weird shit emporium. Really, I have pictures.

After watching the Braves lose to the Padres in the sweltering heat, we fought traffic for an hour and dropped Ryan off. Miss Daisy and I got showered, dressed and hit the town at East Andrews for two hours of talking to people who weren't having much fun. Yeah, it's after 1am but so what! After closing, we hit Landmark Diner on Roswell for... you guessed it, gyros! Fortunately, we didn't see any fat chicks to invite to after hours. However we had an awesome and gracious Bulgarian waitress, and we met the daughter of one of the owners, a pretty and precoscious 21 y/o blonde who couldn't make Miss Daisy smile even when she used her hands to pull his cheeks. Now that is wasted.

Saturday - Thanks to the miracle that is Atlanta transit, I had to take the streets to get out of Atlanta to see the ligers Saturday afternoon. We planned for the morning, but I didn't even open the front door until 5am. But, the trip through town did give Miss Daisy a chance to giggle like a schoolgirl when we passed Club One-Tweezy on Peachtree in Midtown. He didn't want to go, he just wanted to see it. After a quick 60 miles or so, we arrived at the Pine Mountain Animal Safari, and saw way too many unintentially funny signs. After a quick walking tour, we hopped on the bus to see the real reason we were here - the ligers. We weren't embarrassed to talk about it either, or anything else for that matter. At a loud pitch. In front of very confused high schoolers. In fact, we were probably as annoying as this guy.



Well, we did see the ligers (pics here) - they were in cages and looked pretty docile. They were also much bigger than their tiger mother and lion father combined, and at a young age. Wow.

There were also other interesting blends - including zonkies, zorses, but no zamels, or zinocheroses.

For dinner, Miss Daisy decided that he wanted to make his first ever foray into a Waffle House. This is gonna be funny. Think about a kid in a candy store, only instead of him sampling candy - it turns out to be acid. That's how he was in this place. But the staff didn't mind, it seemed like they never had anyone from north of Atlanta there before - they treated him like an honoured guest that's a little touched in the head. He sampled grits, and I give him credit for that... The other food there wasn't bad at all, and the place was very clean.

On the way back, nothing eventful - although we passed a truck with a GIANT THUNDERCATS LOGO on the tailgate. You have got to be kidding me.

That night, we hit a few clubs in Midtown. We started at Front Page News and listened to some awesome eighties music, while we both got hammered. Then we ended up at Cosmopolitan. Lesson to ladies - if you want to, well, be with Miss Daisy - if you see him holding on for dear life to the bar, don't trade Jager Bombs with him... you will both leave the club alone and disappointed. After a while we left Cosmo to go to Loca Luna, because I needed to move around and drink water so I could drive. Daisy, who can barely walk right now - continues to hit the gin. We all know how this ends...

After Loca Luna, it is coming up on 3am. Guess what? Yeah... gyros! We go BACK to the Landmark Diner, only no cute waitress, just fast service. Miss Daisy can't move at all now, so we pack up his gyro and go home.

Sunday - Today is fairly uneventful. We meet up with Ryan for lunch at Vortex in Little 5 Points, and while we are waiting we went to the Junkman's Daughter. This store is the embodiment of eclectic, complete with steel "tobacco" pipes that I haven't seen since we recovered Al's stolen station wagon from the crazy crackwhore back in college. Lunch at Vortex was awesome as usual, and we ended up just taking a walk around the neighborhood before heading to the airport.

All in all, a great trip. We saw the ligers, and we wore striped shirts out both Friday AND Saturday! Continuing with the Striped Shirt Article theme, I crushed four Red Bulls this weekend (even on my cereal!), talked about my job, called a place "full of skanks", and left to wait in line in another bar! Who says life doesn't imitate art!

If any of you (who I know) wants to hang in the ATL - holla!

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