Went to ATL for a friend's wedding, as I was playing two horrible songs in the ceremony at the bride and groom's request.

Fri:
10:30am- Got into ATL. Picked up rental car and drove straight to old residence to pick up bike that's been sitting there for a year, untouched.
12:00pm- Arrived at Bloor's house to find him sitting in front of the computer, cooking hot dogs on the stove, and looking like he just got up about a half-hour ago. Oh that's right, cause he did just get up about a half-hour ago. He showed me around the yeard and told me about all the plants/trees he's been planting. Big ups on the yard DAWG!
1:30pm- Went to local watering hole to say hello to ex-girlfriend and maybe grab something to eat/drink. End up staying here until 8:00pm, totally blowing off the rehearsal that I was supposed to attend.
8:30pm- Arrive in the Highlands in ATL to meet up with a few buddy's of mine and knock back a few more. Don't remember much about this but I do know that Mr. Derris showed up which was really cool of him to do so. I was told that I had a few Jameson shots and perhaps got a little angry-drunk.
11:30pm- Had one of my friends drive me to his house we're we made some food and played guitar for a couple of hours. Can't believe I didn't have a cigarette that night.

Sat:
9:00am- Woke up with a MASSIVE hangover. Went to the store to grab a Gatorade. Buddy and me go to the mall to find a shirt for me to wear to the wedding later that night. Eat Chick-Fil-A because God hates me and won't tell Truett Cathy to build one up in Madison.
2:30pm- Drive to wedding in north Georgia.
3:30pm- Arrive to a VERY nrevous groom hoping that I learned the songs he requested. I assure him that I'm prepared. This doesn't help his reservations. I understand.
5:00pm- Wedding goes off without a hitch. After the service begin drinking and Bloor has to leave way too early because he feels like shit, and kinda looks it too (Sorry brother, but I'm glad you didn't stay). I guess he had to go home and take a picture of himself in a flower bed or soemthing (GHEY!).
10:30pm- Arrive at hotel room about 2 miles from wedding site to monger with the guitars again and sing WAY too loud for anyone within a 3 room radius to sleep.
12:00am- Unable to convince anyone to go with me, I decide to walk to Waffle House on my own, while drunk dialing my girlfriend. It was SOOOOOOOO good. Apparently Jesus has some sort of hold on the Waffle House franchise too. Man, Jesus really pisses me the fuck off sometimes!
1:00am- Dead.

Sun:
9:30am- Awake and feel suprisingly great. Go to Waffle House AGAIN for breakfast at the request of my friends.
10:30am- Drive down to Newnan to meet my folks for luch at Longhorn Steakhouse. Eat the 7oz. filet and enjoy the hell out of it. Give my Dad his b-day presents and make him cry.
3:00pm- Leave Longhorn and drive to car rental place and get a ride to the airport.
5:10pm- Depart ATL reading the new Rolling Stone and starting to feel very tired.
6:15pm CST- Arrive in Milwaukee and wait fucking 45 minutes for my bag. Then spend a half hour looking for my car in the garage cause I can't remember where it is.
8:30pm- Arrive at home to find my girlfriend VERY excited to see me. SOOOOOO glad to be home. Yada, yada, yada. I had to take a shower to clean up and I slept VERY well thank you.

sounds like a whirlwind trip, which is always how it is for me when I go home too. btw, what's worse is that Portland *USED* to have a Chik-fil-A and then closed it down. That was four years ago, and I'm still pissed.

btw, the closest Waffle House to me is in Arizona. PacNWers don't get the greasy goodness that is Awful House.

Yeah, hope I didnt piss anybody off by dipping. Christine and I both have the flu (though, once again, I suspect meningitis, whooping cough, or diptheria), I snapped the pics, got in bed, and did very little yesterday.

Sorry we didnt get to hang more man but it was NICE to see you. Guess I'll see you again in June.

chik fil a really isn't very good - one thing among many I don't really miss from NC

Die.

Blasphemy.

Church-Fil-A is delicious. It's the peanut oil the cook they chicken in... that or the crack they sprinkle on it. And it has the special quality of creating cravings for itself on Sundays, when you can't get it, because God doesn't want people to have delicious chicken on Sundays.

Glad you had fun Buster. You pulled off the Gar songs without a hitch? Your gf and I were discussing this last week...
(her) What's he gonna do? How's he gonna learn those songs well enough to play them at someone's wedding by this weekend?!?
(me) Having a shitload of natural talent gets him out of jams like this all the time. Bastard.

Yeah, he pulled off the songs fine. There was som sort of weird dead air period and the minister's mic kept cutting in and out, but Busty was (as usual) on point---despite the severe limitations of the incredibly cheesy tunes that he was doing.

Pretty sweet wedding though. Big ups Pete and Connie!

Sorry i missed you Mikey..I heard from Derris you were mongerously drunk. Good on ya!

Rparis -- put down the meth pipe, bro. Chick fil A is a Godsend. I would take a bath in polynesian sauce if possible. Or just pour it on my chest and dredge nuggets through it and then throw said nuggets in the general direction of my mouth...this move+couch+Dr. Pepper = hangover cure of the century.

2nd best cure: Ordering Waffle House to go, but asking them to hold the plate - "just wrap the whole mess up in tinfoil," then forming said tinfoil into a burrito-like shape, poking a hole at one end, and squeezing it at your gaping maw of a mouth while watching anything starring Patrick Swayze.

and bringing in third is ordering wonton soup and pouring it one your head.

Optimal temperature for such moves: SO COLD

While these hangover cures seem both effective and scientifically feasible, I don't think they hold a candle to trekkin' to Pho 66 Vietnamese Noodle House and ordering the LARGE size #38 Hot and Sour Won Ton w/Shaved Beef Soup and submerging your entire head in it as if your were snorkeling in a coral reef.

If the Vietnamese will bring this concoction to me so I can pour the broth into my garden tub, turn on the jets, and really feel the stuff----I mean yeah, that #38 Hot and Sour Won Ton etc. sounds really damn good.....

Since this (thread) is no longer strictly an ATLien/Dirty South affair, i.e. there are more than just the GARman, Norwood, and Paris, I feel I can say, I thought this thread would be about the President venturing down to Buckhead and huffing Krylon while a starkers dancer ground on his crotch.

Serves me for being beset by eye-boogers this morning and not seeing right, reading the title as "Bush's trip to ATL".

I LOVE YOU UNCLE MONGER!!

Seriously. Pho is the best fucking hangover cure EVER. Or Roscoe's Chicken and Waffles (beats your damn Waffle House any day)

I've yet to tangle with a "chicken and waffle" joint, and I've heard good things, so you're excused this time. But never disrespect the House again.

I tell you, if any of you ATL boys come to LA, I will take you to Roscoe's and you will be in heaven. Trust me.

Roscoe's is Heaven.

Puma, I welcome the chance to hit Roscoe's someday. I mean, its fucking waffles and fried chicken, and that's hott enough, but PLEASE do not dis Waffle House.

Waffle House is like Dr. Dre and Yail Bloor: you dis it, you dis yourself