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A New Leaf Turned

1 Nov

It’s that time again. The time when I begin a new cycle of writing. It always comes in cycles and when that cycle is at its lowest and I’m writing little if any, that’s when I feel my worst. I am pleased to be at the beginning of it again. That means fresh outlooks, new inspirations, and a positive attitude towards myself.

I am beginning with a post a week but I would like for that to be an absolute minimum. I am at my best when I’m writing. Hopefully I can share some unique posts with everyone.

…and we begin again…

Music Midtown- Night Two

30 Nov

Music Midtown Night Two

Our first night was great fun and we stayed up far too early into the morning. When Alex banged on our hotel room door, it was around five, maybe six. So we obviously slept later than we had expected. Around four in the afternoon we finally dragged our still-exhausted yet happily non-hungover arses out of our beds and started our glorious new day!! Ummm- I mean evening!

We walked out the front door of the hotel to be greeted by a warm breeze, the sound of light traffic and quietly chattering birds in the green trees that lined the street on which we stayed. We happily began our two mile walk to Piedmont Park in Atlanta to enjoy some great music, great company and great beer (not necessarily in that order) and conversed about whatever came to mind, without a care in the world! We chatted nonchalantly about the buildings we passed, the modern art and the clubs we passed. We talked about people we saw (because Alex and I are both avid people watchers!) the outfits they adorned themselves with and what they might be like.

At almost mile one, it hit me- “SHIT!! I left the tickets in the room!!!”

We enjoyed the walk back to the hotel, the buildings, the art, the people, the clubs and the breeze and enjoyed them again as we started the journey all over, giggling at my jacked up memory the whole way!

By the time we made it the festival, we had missed about four hours of music but there was plenty more to be enjoyed! We made our way past the cigarette, beer and food vendors and found ourselves standing atop a hill that executed into a huge crescent bowl in the earth. Two massive stages were set up at the far points, with vendors surrounding them to either side and occupying a line up the center separating the two.

Alex and I stood there for a few minutes, taking in the sights, the sounds and deciding where we would start our evening. According to the playbill, the band on the stage to our right was about half done. So we started down the hill to the emptyish area around the stage to our left. Luckily, everything we were looking for was there- concert tees and beer!

We made our shirt selections, made our beer selections and made our way to the front of the stage. People were beginning to wander in this direction as the other stage was wrapping up their set. We then proceeded to rock out to Young the Giant! A few failed attempts to get pictures with the stage in the background resulted in singed retinas from the sun in our eyes and some funny digital images of us in pain!

We had a blast people watching! I do believe concerts are some of the most fun places to watch how people act, interact and react to their environment! Half of our laughter was our own doing! The other half was, sadly, at other people’s expense… especially that one cute little chic who was being carried by two dudes (who were also laughing their asses off) in an attempt to get her to a little more appropriate place to lose her lunch… errr… beer! Sadly, she only made it as far as RIGHT NEXT TO US!!!  We laughed and ran! I try hard not to laugh at people right IN their faces, but there really was no helping that one. Besides she was too busy to pay any attention to us and the dudes who were carrying her (and no longer were, by this time) were laughing just as loudly as we were!

The Black Keys were up next on the right stage. But the crowd surge made it impossible to get much farther than halfway through the crowd to the stage. So instead of fighting our way to stand uncomfortably amid stinky people who would inevitably spill our beers for a band we didn’t really know, we opted to backtrack and find a cozy spot to sit and enjoy the music while we watched our fellow concert-goers enjoy the music as well and in some cases, make fools of themselves!

I was stoked about Cage the Elephant coming up on the other stage aaand I was out of beer so I suggested we go fill up and make our way to the other stage to get a couple spots up front. We giggled our way past a large woman in WAY too small clothing, and headed for the left stage. Once there, I chatted with one of the medics standing by for a bit. He acted like he wanted to roll his eyes for even identifying myself as EMS and made a hasty exit! No wonder everyone hates us… We’re all ridiculously rude and we all feel JUSTIFIED to be so!

Cage the Elephant rocked the hell out and I was loving every minute of it! There were about five minutes where I thought I might snap the head of the girl behind us off her damn shoulders. Yelling is one thing, even screaming- fine- but damned if the bitch was not SQUEALING STRAIGHT INTO MY EAR. Every time she shrieked, my vision got blurry and I felt fluid leak from my ears. I turned and stared straight into her heavily make-upped eyes and didn’t move until she caught my eyes. I saw her flinch away from me a little in her surprise. I turned away from her. She didn’t squeal in my ears anymore.

As Cage the Elephant closed out, we knew Coldplay was wrapping up the night on the other stage. We were both also acutely aware of our dire need to pee after our several beers . Unfortunately, every other person at the festival had the same idea! The herd of cattle stormed the wreaking port-o-johns! Amazingly, the cattle remembered how to form lines! Unfortunately, there was one jackass among the bovines that thought he was slick. He sidled up next to me with his back to me as if he was in the line next to us but was getting pushed around a bit. I watched him but didn’t say anything. He finally figured he was comfortably in the spot in front of me when I tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around to find out what the hell the dumb chic behind him in line wanted. I tossed a thumb over my left shoulder and shook my head at him, giving him that ‘it was a nice try but to get the hell back where you belong before I pee on your leg’ look. “Oh.” Is all he said.

Idiot.

I hear the first notes of Coldplay, roll my eyes and begin to debate just how much trouble I would get in if I just squatted on a tree. People have apparently quit trying to wipe themselves as the lines are moving a LOT faster now. And lo and behold, Alex somehow manages to find me! And hey look at this! It’s my turn! I toss a quick ‘be right back’ to my friend and open the door. I turn back around and immediately inform Alex I am gonna need his help!!!

The look on his face was worth the whole trip! After I opened the door, the veritable mountain of used toilet paper overflowing the toilet gave me pause. But it was either that or the tree. Hmmm… to pee legally- or not legally. In light of the amount of diseases this one toilet was offering, it truly was something I had to consider. So I grab my very bestest friend (THANK YOU ALEX!!!) and drag him into hell with me! Alex’s job was to hold me upright. Because of the overflowing t.p., I had to straddle the toilet seat and simply pee on the mound of nasty toilet paper! While threatening his life if he dropped me and conversely thanking him profusely, we both giggled like freaking school girls at our current predicament! Alex and I have been through some funky stuff together, but I have to say- at least thus far- this certainly takes the urinal cake!!

Coldplay was awesome, of course. Alex was just as excited about the laser show they had going on as he was the music! My friend has not been to very many concerts. After the show, we slowly meandered our way back towards the road.

Out on the street we ran into our friends from the Vortex. They invited us to join them at an Irish pub, and we gladly accepted. At Ri Ra’s, I came to the quick conclusion that this place was way too commercial to be an Irish Pub. Culturally, it felt more like an English pub and the fact that the place was huge and packed shoulder to shoulder with chics in mini-skirts and guys in polo shirts or even wearing ties kind of took the ambience even further from the Irish feel. The music was screaming. The food was not great and the mixed drinks were tiny.

On the upside, some insanely drunk guy got tackled by three bouncers right next to me and I decided to stick around, telling the staff to piss off when they tried to herd me out with the rest of the crowd stating that I was going to standby for the health of the dude they had just almost choked out in front of me! The bouncers looked a little nervous when I told them that. They loosened their grip on his throat and his face faded back to a more normal color. I patted a large muscled shoulder of the tight fitting black t-shirt wearing hottie nearest me, smiled and told them to keep up the good work!

It was a good weekend!

Music Midtown- Night One

29 Sep

It is so nice spending an awesome weekend with an awesome person!  My best friend and I went to Atlanta’s annual Music Midtown music festival. But instead of driving up for the day, we decided to make a weekend of it- probably safer for us AND our families that way. 😉

 

So late Friday morning, Alex shows up at my house (two hours before I am even home due to an unforeseen loss of vehicle at the mall parking lot the day before- we found it, don’t worry, but it put me behind schedule getting started on our three hour drive home from my sisters which is why we stayed an extra night, hence my being late to my own scheduled event with my best friend!) I get home, pass the Torch of the Child Caretaker to my mother, throw some clothes in a bag with my laptop and we hit the road.

 

 

 

 

 

 

FridayNight-

The Vortex Bar and Grill-

We found our hotel among the mess of one way streets with minimal swearing. After entrusting the valet with our horse and buggy we made our way up to our room on the fifth floor. We unpacked just enough to find what we would need for the evening and I tried to get on the complimentary internet to take one last look at the directions from the hotel to The Vortex where we had planned to have dinner and start our weekend off right.

Of course the complimentary internet wasn’t working. So I spent the next 30 minutes on the phone with Jorge (who was very courteous and patient in light of having no clue what the problem was) only to get frustrated with internet explorer after we had fixed the connection problem. After all that time and effort spent getting the internet working, I shut my computer in disgust, pulled out my Android phone and Googled it. Alex laughed at me, I laughed at me, and we were on our way.

How to describe The Vortex- in a word, AWESOME!!! If you have not been privileged enough to visit one of Atlanta’s two homegrown, locally owned and run Vortex Bar & Grills, you are MISSING OUT! But if you do decide to go, you must- MUST- head to the website and read the RULES before visiting! They are not going to apologize for anything you might find offensive and they openly state- THE CUSTOMER IS NOT ALWAYS RIGHT!! My kinda place… Hell yeah!!

The color scheme is red and black and the theme is tough, cool, entertaining and offensive if you are easily offended. Two skeletons pose atop two old 1960’s model café racers. The pictures on the walls are a mixture of alcoholic beverage logos interspersed among scantily clad women. Oh and skulls! Don’t forget the plethora of skulls! Or the toaster hanging from the ceiling- upside down!

After two of the most amazing burgers we’ve ever ingested in our lives (the swiss and shrooms was awesome but the Carnivorgasm was just BEYOND impressive- really!) we tried the Americanized version of an Absinthe shot, which was a pathetically sad let down. We both had kind of a tingly sensation immediately following the shot but there were no lasting effects even for a shot of liquor. Go figure.

 

 

 

 

 

 

This all occurred at our table. From there we were looking to purchase some of the KILLER merchandise from this amazing establishment. They do have some very cool stuff (please forgive the obviously shameful plugs for this place… I promise I wouldn’t endorse it if I didn’t truly believe it was worthy of the patronage of open-minded, cynically-amused personalities!!). Our server told us we could purchase Vortex stuff at the entrance (the hostess stand?) or at the bar. Ah-HAA! Well goodness gracious sakes-alive! If we are going to spend  more money we may as well add a couple more drinks to the final tally!

Fred was a gracious, if partially disinterested, bartender at first. But the size of this guy, the shaved bald head and gravelly tone in which he spoke made you think twice about getting an attitude with him. But as it turned out he was a cool cat and we had some good laughs. Alex excused himself for a minute at one point which gave the handsome, dark haired, dark complected fellow who had been glancing at me for the past few minutes the opportunity to approach me. Sanjay was a very nice, polite guy. It turned out he and some friends from work had driven down from North Carolina for Music Midtown. We talked about the upcoming music fest and the bands playing, and exchanged pleasantries about our jobs and our opinions of stupid people. Alex had come back from the restroom and was chatting with Sanjay’s friend, Brent. Brent was a tall quiet cat but turned out to be cool as well. Sanjay asked me to take his phone number with hope that we could meet up at the festival the following day. Not that I didn’t enjoy the conversation and laughs we had but I was a little relieved when they left. My throat was starting to hurt from yelling over the music and the other people yelling over the other people yelling over the music. Not to mention, it’s always a little uncomfortable getting so close inside someone’s personal space when you don’t know them.

We took our time meandering back to the hotel. Atlanta’s reputation for being dangerous is not without accuracy but the city has been working hard to change that. And this part of the city was very nice. Modern sculptures dotted the landscaping around the tall buildings whose architectural beauty is not to go unmentioned either. Short, wide walls welcomed you to sit and rest a moment while you enjoy the scenery- which we did, happily. After we made it back to our room, we changed for bed and put on a movie which neither of us made it more than three minutes into before passing out.

The evening came to a close with someone BEATING DOWN our door! I woke up, took note of the racket but figured it was one of the neighboring rooms. I dozed back off to sleep. Again, that incessant pounding woke me. Now I’m mad! I stumble my way to the door (luckily all the lights are still on from our attempt to watch our movie earlier) and open it just enough to peek out. Now I am no longer mad but completely confused! Alex is standing there- in his PJ’s- looking at me with the same confused look as if I were the one who was pounding on the door and woke HIM! I opened the door to let him in. As he’s walking across the room I ask, “What the hell, yo?” Alex stops, turns slowly and with a sheepish grin on his face replies, “I had to pee… so I went to the lobby…………. And I forgot my key…!”

I raised my eyebrows in question, but before I formed the words I changed my mind.

 

I don’t want to know.

Bad@$$ motorcycle chics!

15 Sep

I am looking for a street bike. I was raised on dirt bikes in the forests of deep Louisiana and then in the treeless Mojave desert in southern California. I realize it’s not quite the same, but I also feel like a part of the ‘family’ because I was still raised on bikes.

 

So I am looking at several bikes including an ’85 Honda Rebel that could be a reliable piece of transportation but perhaps not the best deal for the money. At 25K+miles, several upgrades and some pretty nice ‘extras’, I am wondering if the $800 the guy is asking isn’t worth it for a starter street bike.

 

It is not glamorous, but it’ll get me back on 2 wheels, which I truly miss. Buuuuut I am going to spend a little more time looking- just in case!!

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6 Aug

I love all things GEEK!

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