Adventures in Atlanta!

Let's just start by saying that Helen Keller (HK) and I lived in an apartment complex that was on 20/20 because there was a murder there. Luckily, we found out about this AFTER we moved out. For us the location was good, a college friend of HK's lived upstairs and it was affordable.

HK and I never had a dull moment in ATL. Having no classes on Friday afternoons, we always set out after lunch at Taco Bell or our favorite Mexican restaurant, Los Loros for some sort of adventure. Whether it was shopping, checking out a new sight or basically driving around aimlessly, there always seemed to be a crazy person waiting to cross our path! First of all, we thought we must of worn signs on our foreheads that said "Talk to Me!" Constantly randoms would approach us and start conversations for no apparent reasons. What do we look like Oprah? We don't know you and we do NOT care what you think! We even had a sign for the other one in case we got cornered by a rambling idiot and we needed a distraction to get away!

Once at The Gap, I was searching the rack for the right size and color of a shirt I wanted. A lady approached, asked me my size and proceeded to use the long grabby stick to pull the shirt from the upper racks. Only when I was in the dressing room, did HK see the same woman checking out. She did not work at The Gap, she was a customer. Are you kidding me? This is taking Southern Hospitality to the extreme!

Another time, we decided to go to the Renaissance Fair and we decided to get our hands dipped in colored wax for a souvenir. We were obviously drunk at the time - what kind of souvenir is that? WT souvenirs that is! Anyways, we saw the sign that says "$15 for 1 hand, $25 for 2." Thinking we were going to save $, we know how to divide $25 by 2 people, we asked for that. That was until we found out, we had to hold hands and dip together. Um, not so much! We both came home with our individual rainbow hands (the attendant told HK she had man hands and he barely escaped the dipping alive) and they now reside in the landfill. Maybe they make a good home for a mouse when it rains!

The last adventure in ATL that I am going to share with you today is about our nights in Buckhead. We were regulars at Jelly Rolls, always called on our friend Drew to drive and were often found singing, dancing, skipping or cart wheeling down the streets at 2 in the morning!

Not one of the most dignified time in our lives, but definitely one of the most fun!