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We have still not seen any pink pants in the South. Washington, D.C., you are full of shit.
We took in the standard Atlanta sights: A picture in front of MLK Jr.’s church; High class southern cuisine; A tour of the World’s Most Advanced Urology Clinic.
Olivia finally got her picture taken in front of a random bush.
For the past two weeks, Atlanta has been inundated by vicious rain. It poured as we entered the city. I think this is because Atlanta is filled with sinners. I have never seen so many fake breasts. An amusement park was flooded. If that isn’t a sign of disapproval at a debauched society, I don’t know what is.
We stayed with a friend, who took us to several fun Atlanta joints. He was very generous and we are eternally grateful for his hospitality. Emily started ordering Jack and Gingers. Our friend decided this was a simply a high class, more pretentious, Seven and Seven. The bartender and I agreed. Emily paid for her haughty snobbishness. Hammered with a hangover, she made a sickness in our friend’s bathroom. Thanks for everything dude!
After touring the World’s Most Advanced Urology Clinic, and that is not even a joke, two other friends took us out to one of the Top Five meals of my life. Shrimp and grits!
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