Are you ready for some ...FOOTBALL?

Ok... so I know that someone's beloved Falcons are losi ... I mean playing tonight but this is not the football of which I speak....
No - Ladies and Gents - I'm talking about FLAG FOOTBALL ... !!!
You might not know this ... but there are hundreds ... maybe even THOUSANDS of would be Randy Moss-es, Peyton Manning-s and um... among us ...

If you wanna see your coworkers, troop leaders, security guards, tech support guys, cable dudes, phone techs, doctors, investment bankers, accountants, as you have never seen them before... Join me at the ACC/SEC Challenge Flag Football Tournament being held Saturday at Mercer University ... I'll be on the side lines ... pretending to be in awe of that catch ... shocked by that call ...and totally immersed in the sheer exhiliration of it all ...

Blue 22 ... Blue 22 ... Hike ... Hike!!!

The NW Report

Well, hello there. Sorry, I've been so quiet. I've been dead over the last week for tax purposes.

Here's the N.W. Quadrant report: Rain.

But, what really irritates me is that I did not send back my NetFlix DVD's in time to have something to watch this weekend.

The last three were Hell Boy - a had to turn it off after 45 mins. I decided that I can't do "camp" and horror/sci-fi together.

The League of Extraordinary Boring People, I mean Gentlemen. Story line? Where was it? Of course, I love Sean but, the rest was too goofy.

Finally, His Girl Friday. EXCELLENT! That was one of the most fast paced movies I have ever seen. Rent it!

Well, that's all for now. I have to go milk the hogs and slop the cows. Up here in the country, it's HELL!

Friday night fun?

Well it looks like tonight is going to be full of rain, thunder, and lightning. What fun? What fun! Anyhow, having predicted the weather I decided to stay in and enjoy a blockbuster night. So no fun adventures for me dancing in the rain...

I did however eat at a really great and often over looked restaurant located in the Buckhead area. Ali Oli, located across from Phipps Plaza, was outstanding. I think they hit the nail on the head for every goal they set out to accomplish.

Anyhow, on to Steve's topic of 285 obstacles...If I hit another cardboard box, plastic bag, or piece of bubble rap I think my car will go on strike!

Single in This City

As Kendall pointed out in this blog, Forbes magazine has named Atlanta one of the "Best Cities for Singles" and if you've ever read my Dating Blog, you know I agree with that. Yet, a lot of people I know complain that they never meet anyone. Therefore, as a public service, I'm giving away my two best tips to help my fellow Atlantans meet that someone:

1. Get Out of the Car: Atlantans love their cars, (just look at any of the traffic related posts below) but until they invent a car seat with a vibrator, your car won’t love you back. And unless you’re Brittany Murphy or hometown girl Julia Roberts, you won't meet that someone in some fated car crash. So walk around your neighborhood or (dare I say it) walk to the market. That person who you say "hello" to today, may be saying "good morning sleepy head" to you later.
2. Shut up and Listen: OK, so you're successful and while running down your list of accomplishments may work in other cities, it won't work in Atlanta. Why? Because many people in Atlanta are successful. (One day I actually counted the hooptie cars that went pass my house and there were only 3 out of 50). Therefore don't waste someone's time running down you're resume. Everyone loves an audience, so when chatting, actually find out about the person you're trying to get to know. And, if you can listen and mimic the lovelorn look of a Black & White movie star, even better.

Maybe you can even use these at "Greenwood Stock '04" on my street (Greenwood Ave.) Saturday, and meet that someone.

Yer Scratchin' My ASS, YO.

I had a hard time figuring out whether or not this was a personal blog or metblog entry, and I decided it was definitely appropriate for this blog, because the phenomenon I am thinking about seems so exclusive to southern states with lotteries.

You are in the Circle K ("strange things are afoot at the circle K...")holding a kippered beef steak strip, a Coke (C2, less sugar-coke, also headquartered here...) and a monster energy drink because your ADD meds ran out, and in front of you stands Edna; "Gimme a Fire & Ice, Groovy Bucks, Cowboy Cash, oh-one of those Strike it Rich, uh...a Peach Bucks..."

And this goes on for OVER 5 MINUTES.

In the grand scheme of things 5 minutes lost to Edna and her polyester printed, smoker hacked sad little scratch-off addiction may not seem like much, but when it's actually the dinky Chevron on Roswell road near Roswell Presbyterian Church that never has a working air-conditioner, and the you is ME, it seems like one of the more hideously long 5-minute periods of life.

Worse, because I'm a southern boy, Nashville (Tennessee) raised and now citizen of Atlanta, even further south, there is an internal constraint to NOT yell, "Lady, will you take your f**king problem elsewhere so the rest of us can get the F**K out of here?"

That would just be rude, and I'm like Hannibal Lecter that way-"Discourtesy is... unspeakably ugly to me."

However, I'm posting this as a PSA of sorts, because old Edna, which is not her name-it's probably Doris, or Janet, it doesn't matter-pick a name that fits an overweight woman in synthetic clothing with a bad blonde dye job-well, she isn't a minority when it comes to the scratch-off fetish. Just last night I'm walking to church choir rehearsal at twilight and at the point where the fence that lines my road meets the main road I see where someone has sat and scratched off 10 different game cards, all to no avail. They sat there looking like weird leaves fallen from a sad and dejected tree.

Problem here is I know that the average person freaking at the counter in the convenience store with their scratch-offs is not going to be a blog reader. So I'm preachin' to the choir. However, if this has ever been you, maybe you should be reminded just how discourteous such action is to your fellow man who just wants beef sticks, or pop-tarts, or overly-sweet convenience-store made cappucino.

And we all know what Dr. Lecter likes to do to those he finds rude, now, DON'T WE?

did someone say "killer Indian food"?

It's all about Café Bombay. Or maybe it's Bombay Café. Suffice it to say "the place next to Hair Images in the shopping center across from the Target between North Druid Hills and Briarcliff."

It's changed names in the past few months. It has no décor to speak of. They've taken out the TV that used to show all Bollywood clips, all the time. But my boyfriend and I went there a couple weeks ago and, over our vegetarian dishes, kept blinking at each other and saying, "This is really good." Eat. Eat. Blink. Blink. "Is yours really good? Mine is really good." All other conversation pretty much stalled.

I went once for brunch and they didn't blow me away. It may have been that the kitchen was on extra special behavior that night, since there was a huge party going on while we were there. But that was one of the best dinners we've had out in a while.

I just love that shopping center anyway. I can get my clothes dry cleaned (expensive, but they can get out anything -- I've tested them multiple times), buy the latest issue of Stardust, and read it while getting my hair hennaed.

Mmm... great food...

My 25th birthday is coming up on Monday (yes, I know that this a shameless plug) and Fifth Group happens to know about it so I took my free entree gift certificate and headed over to South City Kitchen to have the best Buttermilk Fried Chicken inside the perimeter. Not only is the food absolutely amazing, but the service is also just great and, especially on a night like tonight, the atmosphere on the patio is unbeatable.

My recommendations : Go the full nine yards and get all the courses - soup, salad, entree, and dessert (okay, so don't eat for about two days beforehand). And go back often. I know the OTP-ers may have some misgivings about making it into Midtown, but take my word for it. It is worth it to get away from the Olive Garden's and Papacito's that populate the outter rim.

On a completely unrelated note - does everyone love those TBS commercials with the humor call center? I do. Sometimes I wish that something like that existed - just to share the humor.

CNN is in Atlanta ...

so that fact makes this post relevant to the ATL ... this is the funniest crap I've read in a long while .... the picture is hilarious...

Bear guzzles 36 beers, passes out at campground
Wednesday, August 18, 2004 Posted: 9:12 PM EDT (0112 GMT)
SEATTLE, Washington (Reuters) -- A black bear was found passed out at a campground in Washington state recently after guzzling down three dozen cans of a local beer, a campground worker said on Wednesday.

"We noticed a bear sleeping on the common lawn and wondered what was going on until we discovered that there were a lot of beer cans lying around," said Lisa Broxson, a worker at the Baker Lake Resort, 80 miles (129 km) northeast of Seattle.

The hard-drinking bear, estimated to be about two years old, broke into campers' coolers and, using his claws and teeth to open the cans, swilled down the suds.

It turns out the bear was a bit of a beer sophisticate. He tried a mass-market Busch beer, but switched to Rainier Beer, a local ale, and stuck with it for his drinking binge.

Wildlife agents chased the bear away, but it returned the next day, said Broxson.

They set a trap using as bait some doughnuts, honey and two cans of Rainier Beer. It worked, and the bear was captured for relocation.

BILL CAMPBELL BLOWS...

I had to share-I just had to.

My friend Greg and I will occasionally go eat Indian food like the gourmand tenors we be and we always go this place very close to the Atlanta Opera Center.

The very first time we went there I saw what still strikes me as the most bizarrely funny graffiti. If you park behind Touch of India (the restaurant in the article I linked above,) and get out and look at the largest red-brick building facing the little lot, someone spray-painted in very easy-to-read letters a few feet high, "BILL CAMPBELL BLOWS GOATS."

Now, what former Mayor Campbell does in the privacy of his home is no business of mine, and frankly I doubt the veracity of the statement-since when are Republicans so concerned with who blows what barnyard animal? You know, it took someone really tilting their head a little to somehow come up with goats. Saying a political figure blows something (good thing this isn't a blog based in New Jersey, huh?) is not very original...but saying he blows GOATS, man-that's comedy. To me, anyway.

It was a moment where it occurred to me again that there are definitely a few things I love about this city. It seems such delicious moments of absurdity are often just around the corner. That and all the fashionable ladders, footwear, sleeping bags, bumpers, mattresses one can find on a major freeway.

Oh, and the Indian food is pretty killer, too.

The I-285 Found Object Report for August 18, 2004

Is anyone missing;

• A black bumper from possibly a Ford model sportscar?
• An interesting assortment of what appear to have been phone books?
• A kid's sleeping bag that looks like Walt Disney puked on it?

I'm not even trying to look for this stuff, y'all. Hey, how 'bout we do this? You, be you visitor or fellow Atlanta-area resident, randomly drop an item on the road somewhere and see if it shows up here! Not that I'm encouraging littering. Surely you have an old Plymouth Duster bumper to get rid of, or some kid's clothes, or footwear!

Yester...To...Day

Atlanta! Incorporated in 1848 with a total population of 21 people. Now the city, according to the US Census Bureau, contains 423,019 people as of July 1, 2003. Rumor has it there are about three and a half to four million in GREATer Atlanta. Is it just me or do we all migrate to the city between seven and eight in the morning?

I was hanging out in Underground Atlanta last night doing a little shopping. I hadn't been there in a while and just got the urge to go. It was an experience as it always is. Underground has a fairly good night life even on a Tuesday. Stopped off at Mick's and had a couple drinks. Nothing too fancy or crazy, just relaxing and enjoying some of the culture.

I believe it was The Mad Dater who told us that we need more Street entertainers. I would have to agree with this, but last night in underground there were a couple hanging around with nice little crowds around them. Of course the lack of...could be one of the things that says something about our great city.

Looks like tonight will be a good eats night. Been looking around at different restaurants to find one for a special occasion I am celebrating tonight. So with that said I may just have my first restaurant review to post up in the morrow...

We all love 285

I-285... aka, "The Fruit Loop"

Congrats UGA!

I'm a GaTech grad student. So I feel somewhat obliged to make fun of UGA from time to time. But when I feel like they should be praised for something, I praise them. So when I saw that UGA is the number 8 party school in the nation, I though "Godd for the Dawgs. At least they're in the top 10 in something."

I'm Bad ... I'm Nationwide

My friend Lauren pointed out that Metroblogging has been exposed. How cool is that?

Atlanta Fencing?

You know, fencing isn't the most popular sport around here. In Warner Robins I fenced for about 5 years before coming to college. I still haven't gone back despite threatening to just about every day.

However, a local fencer from Dunwoody, is assured a medal in this Olympics. She studies at the Nellya fencing school where I have competed in local tournaments many times.

Update: Sports Illustrated has more information.

285

Call it the Perimeter, call it by it's name, it's the circular road around the city we all know and love.

I-285.

A local radio talker says in a promo on his station that I-285 is "a great place to raise children...and to find a mattress."

If only he were being funny. Today I had to rush from work to my kid's daycare in Roswell to prevent massive diaper scariness for my son-I'd forgotten his new pack of buttcovers were in the trunk of our car.

And on the way back, low and behold, there lieth on the roadside there, between Chamblee-Dunwoody and Peachtree Industrial, a dull gold-colored queen sized Serta Sleeper. It sat up against the median wall, nearly folded in two, as if protecting itself from the passing traffic.

My first impression of Atlanta was this; driving around 285, not entirely sure of where I was headed, and every mile or so there was a different brand of bumper on the road. There a Chevy Malibu bumper, here a Saturn, that one looks like a Ford F-150.

Most recently I have also seen along the banks of that asphalt river;

• a leather easy chair, solid white, overstuffed.
• Countless shoes-usually either athletic shoes or boots, always mens. Occasionally child-size shoes, but those suggest something rather sad that I best not contemplate
• A couple of porno magazines being avidly scanned by the wind
• A very tall man with a shaggy beard who looked like he'd soiled himself
• did I mention the shoes? yep. Did I mention there's only one shoe at a time, never a pair?
• A perfectly new looking teddy bear-also a very sad sight.

That was just a few things. Imagine how strange a store dedicated to finds from 285 would be.

There'd be plenty of mattresses.

Chihuly in the Garden

Dale Chihuly is an artist who makes very impressive colored glass pieces. Many of them have an organic or natural feel and they can be seen at the Atlanta Botanical gardens.

Aside: My alarm clock wakes me up to the wonderful sounds of 99x each morning. On Sunday mornings when I get up at the crack of dawn to get out on my run I always hear some lady who sounds like Ana Gasteyer from That Saturday Night Live skit called "The Delicious Dish." She's talking about this Chihuly thing and her voice makes me get out of bed and want to hurt someone.

I had heard that you can see Chihuly at night.

Do not go at night.

Chihuly makes some truly impressive pieces, but many of them are thick, opague pieces of glass that would look awesome in natural light and bright sunlight but when artificially lit they just don't look as nice. Did you see the awesome yellow piece in that link I had? There are a FEW pieces like that; many of the others are glass flowers and sculptures that just weren't meant to be viewed like that.

Ideally, you'll go to the gardens (before the end of October when the exhibit closes) and get there just before sunset. See it all during the day and then hit the few pieces that were meant to be illuminated.

more on Atlanta from an outside perspective

There is, apparently, an Organic Style magazine. You can find it at your local Publix, or at least the Ansley Mall Publix. And this month they have a Special Report: "How safe is your drinking water?"

My drinking water is courtesy of the City of Atlanta, so I wasn't feeling too optimistic, but I went ahead and opened the magazine. (You can just go and look at the article online, and see the city rankings via Acrobat Reader.)

Anyway -- Atlanta's water ranks ninth-cleanest. That's better than Philadelphia, Boston, Raleigh (barely), New York, Las Vegas, DC, and, to my surprise, San Francisco, which ranks 15th.

Apparently the city known for smog, dumb growth, beating the Chattahoochee into submission, and a general make-money-first, worry-about-the-environment-later attitude has cleaner water than the city known for its modicum of social consicence. While there is probably a smart scientific (or, more likely, economic) explanation for this, I suggest we go over to the SF Metroblog and commence taunting.

ATLANTA from an outside perspective

As I was hanging out on the dreaded ajc.com in the Misadventures in Atlanta "Blog" today ... someone pointed out that Atlanta was ranked #4 on the Forbes.com list for Best Cities for Singles .... woo hoo!!!

According to the article written by some dude named Jonathan Schwartz ... says ... The area "inside the 285 beltway" is made up of three major neighborhoods: Buckhead, Midtown and Virginia Highlands.
Buckhead has gradually shaped itself to cater to the more affluent, trendy crowd, with many young professionals patronizing bars such as the recently opened East Andrews.
You'll find hip singles in the many coffee houses and cafes of mid-town.
For those seeking the laid back, collegiate feel, Virginia Highlands is packed with local bars and outdoor pubs..."

This begs the question is Atlanta the Best Place for Singles or as one of the AJC bloggers stated ... The Best Place to Remain Single?

As an African American woman ... in this oh so "Chocolate" city ... I've had an easier time catching colds and foul balls than I have men ....HA! How's the dating pool in your Atlanta ?

One more thing... Atlanta is not DC .. we don't have a friggin' beltway ... we keep it simple in these parts ... you're either In(side) or Out(side) ... the Perimeter that is ...

the AJC is not for me

It is, in my opinion, a damn shame that Atlanta is essentially a one-newspaper town. Granted, there are alternatives; there's the Loaf, if you're willing to take your news stories with a side of left-wing idiocy (I'm sorry, Chuck, but for me John Sugg hits exactly the same nerve as Sean Hannity does, and it's not a pleasant feeling), and the rather narrowly focused (in different ways) Atlanta Business Chronicle and Southern Voice, and the regionally minded Gwinnett Daily Post, and the venerable Atlanta Daily World, poorly designed web page and all. But there's nothing that competes with the Atlanta Journal-Constitution, in terms of either circulation or name recognition outside the city.

I would love to hear opinions on the AJC besides those which I usually hear, which are usually expressed in terms of the scatological. (I'll admit to a bias: I worked for Atlanta Magazine on and off in the late 1990s, and in the grand tradition of every publication in town bashing every other publication in town, we were not terribly fond of the newspaper. Nor it of us. Nor the Loaf of either of us.) I like Cynthia Tucker, though I can't say I've read her in a while. I like the weekly column that highlights internationally-minded stores. And I might still enjoy the sports columnists whose roster hasn't changed since Ailene Voisin left, if they weren't kept under lock and key in a bizarre premium package.

So, feel free to defend the AJC. Only not their online registration system -- you know, the one that requires an address and household income just to register? Never you mind, AJC. Never you mind.

Drive All Night

So, as Atlantans we like to complain about traffic. But in all honesty, we have some good driving around here. Last Thursday I was headed out kind of late to meet a friend who was in town from Phoenix. I live in Alpharetta (but I'm moving downtown so don't hold it against me).

So about 9:30 in the PM (21h30 if you're down with 24-hour time) I head down to 8th street and then on to Loca Luna. Driving at night is one of the treats of Atlanta, especially in the spring and fall (or near-fall, whatever you want to call our current climate). Windows down, sunroof open, radio blaring and speedometer set on whatever you wanna do (driving fast is another good thing about Atlanta).

Despite living way out in the burbs, I can be at my friends' place in 30 minutes and feeling fine. Heading home around 3am (03h00) was more of the same with even fewer cars. Sure, traffic sucks. But on a clear night, heading into the city from the North, or getting onto the connector from Freedom Parkway gives you some pretty sweet views of our skyline and makes you forget how you were beating your head on the steering wheel just a few hours earlier.

Street Cred

Atlanta lacks two things that would make it a truly A-List destination city: A real political scandal (Bill Campbell - Oh Brother Where Art Thou?) and some good street entertainers.

Yes, Atlanta does have a few street characters, like Biker Shorts Dude - who stands at the corner of North Highland and Ponce in Biker shorts showing off the size of his "manhood". Then there's also the "Fire & Brimstone Lady" Bible-thumping lady with five teeth that stands at Five Points downtown and calls all women who walk by hoes and heathens.

And while these characters are great, they aren't street entertainers. See, street entertainers give the tourists something to talk about. I remember when I lived in New Your City, there was this guy with a half of a body who would roll through the train on a skateboard telling jokes. (Picture Eddie Murphy in Trading Places). Now that's entertainment.

Then last week, on my way to the doctor I finally saw signs of life. I got off the number 10 bus at the downtown Kroger and there she was, a bonafied street star. A big yellow and blue umbrella shaded her head, while she sang her heart out on the street. I had to give her some money; not because she was singing well or anything, but because of her choice of music. Home girl was singing The Beastie Boys' "Fight For Your Right". She even told me she takes requests.

Now if someone in City government could work in a sex angle to the whole sewer crisis, we'd be well on our way to the A-List.

Yes, the Chicken is Big...

Of course if you've read any of my first few entries you know I am endlessly amused by the Big Chicken in Marietta, about 10 miles from my house.

Well, the Chicken may be big and all, but y'all, the service do suck. Maybe it was just today. I kinda doubt it, because the fine gentleman in line behind me said, 'I come here everyday, always there is line, always they out of something.'

First there's the nice little lady who waited on me. Nice in the same way the troll under the bridge was nice to the billy goats gruff. And the troll reference is more literal than not, let me say. A good question where this fine example of why the retirees of the world should avoid returning to work when they can is concerned is who the hell thought hiring the rudest yankee transplant they could find would be a good idea for customer service at the world's most well-known KFC? I had her pegged before I got there, and I was prepared, so I briskly order the 12 piece bucket with 3 sides, only to have her look at me like I'd just spontaneously grown an evil vestigial twin out of my neck. I have to tell my friend looking like Kilroy there behind the register that it's the 3rd one down on the big menu directly behind her above her head.

Then I tell them it's for eat-in, and they pack me a to-go bag. I go to fill up the little bucket with Pepsi, I get slightly tan-colored fizzy water. Then my troll friend says that they're out of Pepsi. She asks if that's what I want. Though I'm standing there mindlessly pressing on the Pepsi button. I say yes, she barks (seriously, she barked,) "PEPSI" to no one in particular, and no one goes and gets new Pepsi. We ended up with Dr. Pepper.

By the way, I hate Dr. Pepper. Just on principle, not taste.

The wife and I go back a few minutes later for some utensils, and we hear her telling another customer in the same 'brisk' manner that they are now out of green beans.

Damn, yo-who runs out of green beans on a Sunday in Georgia? In the summertime?

The food was good-but how hard do you have to work to screw up original recipe with sides of corn on the cob? And I'm still kind of pissed about the Pepsi thing.

So here's Steve Huff's first restaurant review ever for y'all-what follows is a rundown of my scores for the Big Chicken KFC in May-retta.

• Service-S for sucks.
• Courtesy-N for none.
• Efficiency-W, for what the f**k is that?
• Cleanliness-an I for I doubt it was all that clean.
• Chicken Size-well, they do get a B for Brobdingnagian.

In summation, if you go see the Big Chicken, you're in for a real visual treat.

And that's about all.

Morning Ritual

Like many academics, I'm very much a night person, which means that "morning" starts for me around 10:30 or 11 AM. One of my favorite Sunday morning rituals here in Atlanta since I moved back two years ago has been to listen to Big Band Jump on Album 88 (from 11 AM-12 Noon).

I'm not a huge fan of big band music in the sense that I probably wouldn't go out and buy big band CDs (my tastes skew more towards indie rock), but I find this show to be an incredible soothing, comforting listen. Part of the appeal is certainly the Buckhead-based host, Don Kennedy, whose enthusiasm for and encyclopedic knowledge of the music is captivating.

This article provides some great background about Kennedy, who once owned WKLS-FM (before it became 96 Rock) and Channel 36, among his many other accomplishments in the Atlanta media scene.

Saturday - day 7

Well, today, I did not have to deal with traffic. It was wonderful weather! I was actually cold driving back from Alpharetta tonight, so I had to put the cover on the wagon and put blankets on the horses.

My audition the other day sucked! Just so you know. But, no one cares, no body loves me anymore but, that's fine.... because I am a PRODUCER now!

FABULOUS!

I went to a wine tasting party tonight, which is actually part of one of the new television shows I'm producing.

FABULOUS!

Going to a wine tasting party can make you, well, it can make you.......

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I Promise We're Not Related...

But Walter Huff, my vocal coach and also the genius who makes the Atlanta Opera Chorus put the Met chorus warblers making $32,000 a year doing 40 different operas a week to shame, is the director of music at Morningside Presbyterian near Midtown Atlanta.

Walter has put into place a concert series at Morningside that is one of the best free evenings of good music in town. Tonight was an Evening of Broadway's best, and for such a simple evening's entertainment, it doesn't get much better.

Disclaimer time: it's true you might see me on one of these-I participated in the one prior to tonight's Broadway concert, a recital of czech and American Music with soprano Cheryl Wingert-we sang a stentorian duet from Dvorak's opera Rusalka. Performers don't do it for pay-they generally do it because they love working with Walter. Part of this disclaimer must also include the fact that a great many of the singers on tonight's program, for instance, are good friends or at least acquaintances of mine.

All that said, having sung for 20 years now, I think I know entertaining when I see or hear it, and I guarantee you that looking out for the next Morningside Concert Series Recital is worth your time if you love good classical or musical theater-style singing.

For a little blurb of truly shameless self-promotion, read the extended entry, linked below...

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Welcome to Kendall's Atlanta

So this is my first entry ...I've been reading for the last couple of weeks, volunteered last week and am attempting to find my "voice" ...

Rather hilarious reading the other posts ... apparently we all hang in the same areas and have some of the same interests ...the Braves, On the Bricks, despising Atlanta's traffic ....

We need diversity!!!! Diversity in our entries!!! Maybe I can read the other authors and blog about the exact opposite? Perhaps I can blog en Espanol, si o no?

I dunno ... I'm going to work on something ... so if I like totally go like totally valley chick on you one day and then skrait ghetto fab-u-lous on ya the nex ...just be assured it's all just part of me trying to find my voice...

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24 Hour Yum

On our way home from On The Bricks last night, my friends and I stopped at the BP Connect on North Ave at Spring St (across from The Varsity) and I just have to recommend their fabulous sandwiches. For what is essentially a gas station/convenience store, they have a great selection of breads, meats, and cheeses along with all the fixings assembled to your order.

It was only a little after midnight when we were there last night, but I've been served with friends who go to college within walking distance much later so I'm pretty sure you can get a sandwich there 24 hours/day. Also, in my experience there is alway a visible police/security presence at every hour of the day, so even though the general area itself is a little shady, I always feel safe there even by myself. All in all, it's a good place for hungry students to go after a long night of, uh, studying.

Normal Triffic

This is what I have to look forward to on my way home!

Ya!

Too Many Concerts

Another concert that I am hating to miss is Linkin Park, KoRn, Snoop Dogg, and The Used all under the same roof, tonight at the HiFi Buys Amphitheatre. Man I can't believe i forgot to get tickets! If ever there was a show to go to that would be it...

I think this show is sold out...but it could be worth buying scalped tickets...decisions decisions!