24 Hours in ATL

Well, maybe it's been more like 26 or even 27, but who's counting?

Had a good meeting with our clients. I even upsold something, and I'm not a damn salesman! And I saw a revolving door try to eat a security guard.

Anyways, I bucked up and went to the Gladys Knight Chicken and Waffle house. Gotta' be completely honest - it was pretty damn good! I order the chicken waffle (was chicken and red onions and peppers in a waffle, sounded interesting) but instead ended up with a chicken omlet. The waiter offered to get me the waffle, but he was looking all nervous and junk and I had a feeling between my first waiter's height, my inability to annunciate worth a shit and the fact I have constant ringing in my ears with it filled with snot (still) and may not have heard him right when he double checked the order, I figured, what the hell, go with it. And I'm glad I did. The omlet part was only okay. But the chicken and onions and peppers inside? Fucking fantastic! BTW, jamie, there were finely-dressed people in suits. I was in an old Carhart jacket and my swassest t-shirt (yeah, like Sir Mix-A-Lot swass!) and looked like an under-dressed honkey. Oh well. I am what I am. Since I was being brave and going with omlets (I'm really not a big fan, but damn the chicken in it was sooooooooo delicious!) when the waiter asked me if I wanted dessert, I said sure. Between the monster Cokes and the omlet, I was pretty damn full, but figured what the hell. So I asked him what he recommended. He smiled and said the sweet potato cheesecake. And it was also delicious! A little salty (not gross, but still), but it was damn good! So would I recommend this place? Hell yeah. Plus one of the hostesses was from Oregon. She had no idea where I was from, but I knew where she was from. I'll be back. But it wasn't the place I was expecting. And I wish I had another clean button-up shirt to wear there. Next time I'll know.

Outside the place I ended up talking to this Puerto Rican guy who was pretty nice. A hustler? Perhaps. He seemed like a decent guy and I ended up bullshitting with him for 20 minutes or so. And I gave him some cash. But he might of saved my white ass from getting "cracker-jacked" (that term cracks me up!). Anyways, turns out he's quasi-homeless or something and had/has a ministry and God told him to come to Atlanta. So he did. Now here's the crazy part. He's doing a helluva' good job being the pious guy (which is why I suspect he's half hustler) and talking about God and ministry and stuff, he asks me if I'm looking for the strip clubs. And which one to go to if I want a lap dance. Now this is a church I could get into! But I'm not the biggest fans of strip clubs (perhaps I'll post about that some other time) so I said thanks but no thanks. But still! That shit cracked me up! After visiting with him, and he warning me where not to go, and me being an out of towner and not knowing where to go, I decided I'd better just head back to the hotel.

The funny thing is that I saw the news last night. Shit does not sound good. But it's so hard to believe because everyone here is so nice. Everyone. Maybe it's because I have dopey-ass out of towner tattooed on my forehead. I dunno. At any rate, I like your town, Jamie. Good people here. And I think next time I'll try finding Cartoon Network and go to the History Center. And to Gladys Knight's Chicken and Waffles place.