To Atlanta and back

Yesterday Sean and I drove from Nashville to Atlanta to attend a party thrown by my roommate from last summer, Eric. Eric and his girlfriend reserved the rooftop deck at his condo, bought ample amounts of beer, bourbon, and cheese puffs, and even hired a bartender. It had the potential to be quite the crunk night indeed.

The trip down to Atlanta went pretty quickly, and it's actually a very scenic drive through the mountains outside of Chattanooga. I tried to get Sean to take a picture of the landscape at one point, but all he could manage was a picture of the side of an 18-wheeler. Then he tried again and took a beautiful snapshot of a concrete highway barrier. I gave him shit about his picture taking ability, and Sean just said, "hey man, I ain't no Ansel Adams." Yes lawd.

Once we got to Eric's apartment, we started drinking some beer. Then I got the munchies and began eating cheese puffs. I like cheese puffs. Once more guests arrived, I stopped eating cheese puffs because I didn't want to get orange cheese puff residue on everyone's hands and clothes. So I switched from cheese puffs to Jim Beam. That bastard Jim, never trust that guy.

Some of you may have heard my stories about Eric's friend Jaime. Jaime is a funny dude, a very funny dude. When asked why he has a $60,000 BMW but rents a room in his buddy's townhouse in the suburbs, his response is "hey man, you can live in your car, but you can't drive your house." He's also the guy who last summer insisted on driving to a bar that was only two blocks away and pay $10 to park instead of walking 3 minutes. I swear, Jaime is one of the reasons why I decided to move to Atlanta. Anyhow, last night he showed me his new gigantic cigarette lighter (see picture above). He kept asking girls if they needed a light, then he'd whip out his huge gold flamethrower. Good times. I wish I were as cool as Jaime.

So we drank at this party for a few hours then stumbled to a bar nearby called East Andrews. Sean and I had a few more beers and listened to a little acoustic cover band. I think all of guido Atlanta was at East Andrews last night, but it was fun. The only really odd thing about East Andrews, though, was that the bathroom attendant was about 6'10". I mean, I personally think the whole concept of bathroom attendants is strange, but then to have one who looks like a washed up NBA player just makes it even more uncomfortable. I said to him "how the hell am I supposed to piss with your tall ass standing behind my shoulder?" But I overcame my shyness eventually.

After East Andrews I walked back to Eric's apartment and resumed eating cheese puffs. You know how when you were a kid, you always wanted more cheese puffs than your mom had packed you for lunch, and you wanted to just keep eating them? Well, I was able to indulge myself. I ate so many freaking cheese puffs that I made myself sick. I also destroyed the roof of my mouth. It actually hurt to bruch my teeth this morning. Oh well, at least I got it out of my system.

Today Sean and I drove back to Nashville. We're still hungover. Hopefully I'll feel better by tomorrow when I go to Memphis and check out Elvis. Long live the king!