Hotlanta September 18, 2005 ~ 10:49 am
Posted by Julie in : Daily Grind , trackbackHere I am in Atlanta. Three things I have learned about Atlanta already:
1.) It’s hot and humid. Homid, as Nanner would say. While up north where I live the nights are cool and the days for the most part no longer require airconditioning, that is not the case here. Hotlanta, indeed. I see why these people drink sweet tea by the gallon. I like sweet tea now. A lot.
2.) In Atlanta, liquor stores are referred to by the euphemism “Package Store.” That makes me laugh even harder than Pennsylvania’s “State Store.” Because when I think of what you might buy at the Package Store, my mind goes straight past liquor and cigarettes and into the gutter. Oh, yeah, and I found out that wine is cheaper in New York. That makes me abnormally happy and makes up for the fact that I can’t buy it in a grocery store like people down here can. HA! I can get a bottle of Jacob’s Creek Shiraz for $5! Take that, Hotlanta!
3.) Hartsfield-Jackson (Atlanta’s airport) is apparently a hub for Hooters Air. Yeah, you heard me right. Those scantily-clad beer-serving waitresses are also stewardesses. Goddess forbid there be turbulence while they’re wearing those tops. Or if you’re a guy, maybe that’s what you’re hoping for.
Leenie and I also met Regan. In fact, we spent 7 hours together yesterday. Do you know the evil that can be accomplished in 7 hours? Much evil! Particularly when some of that time is spent at the Farmer’s Market. I also met Kev and Sadie and saw the infamous farmer’s tote bag. You’re jealous now, I know. But since I can’t upload the pictures from that encounter until I get home, you’re reliant on Regan for the story. Don’t worry, I’ll deny it all.
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