Girls are stupid/On the road again

So I"m on Last FM sifting through some ones radio channel trying to find a Jenny Lewis song when I decide that since I'm trying to expand my musical horizons a bit I would take a peek at what other songs were playing. It was mostly somber chick folk with a thousand and one songs about bad relationships, but I did sort of manage to find some things I liked. I'll post the video on the bottom.

Final word: chick womans is genetically incapable of writing decent lyrics. Sure there's the exception here and there, and it's always in the form of a single song, not a whole album. Bottom line I rock hard!

Friday

We woke up late on our last full day in Georgia. I got up before Sean did as was evident from the lack of space noises and celebrity impressions coming from the vanity mirror. Today we we're going back to Little Five Points to check out what was closed. Sean hadn't seen it yet, and I just wanted to get back to my new home. My heart still lingers there.

It has occurred to me that in all this time I've failed to talk about the hotel room itself. The fact is that we were blown away the second we stepped in the place. It was huge. Almost twice the size of the hotel I lived in for three weeks. It had the usual kitchen area with a desk, two beds, a couch, and a 48 inch plasma screen TV with all the good hook ups.

We began the day by going to a very large all you can eat Sushi and Chinese food buffet. I ate maybe a half dozen or more things I have never seen before in colors I would never have though to digest. Stuffed beyond reason we left the place, and Paul began loudly planning our next meal.

The room was generally 171 dollars a night, but Sean got an off season deal and only paid 66 bucks a night. It was nice and for the first couple of night it seemed like there was no one around us, but the closer to New Years it got the more packed it got. At one point we were listening to Fart Submarine and the people next door knocked on us. Which was weird consider the second we turned it down they seemed to start chasing each other around the room while making what sounded like Swedish owl noises.

Eventually the three of us ended up in Little Five Points. A couple of places Paul wanted to take us were closed still, but Criminal Records was open which was something like a cross between a high end comic book store, concert hall, and record shop. It was pretty far out, and a cute Asian chick offered me and Sean beans and rice after she caught me twice checking her butt out. I declined as I was stuffed, and toyed with the idea of flirting with her but we would be Oscar Mike (military for "On the move") as of tomorrow So what would have been the point?

Getting off topic for a second why is that I want this so badly?

After leaving we walked around Five Points for a bit, showing Sean the spots we had visited when we were last here, and I took a lot of pictures of graffiti. I'll post those in another video sometime soon. My hart sank we left, and together we drove off some golf mega store. We were going to have dinner with Paul's mom and Cheryl. We killed sometime putting and hitting balls in their in door gold arena, and then flitted off to dinner.

On the way I gave a very very foul tirade about what I was going to do with the bowl of Lo Mien I was going to order, and we stopped off for some free donuts. Ironically on our last night in Georgia we visited the very Chinese restaurant were Uncle Creg ripped us off. The dinner was pleasant and as we said good bye to Paul's mom Sean walked into a stop sign.

That night we watched more Battlestar, drank more booze, and snacked on a dozen donuts as well as all the other mounds of junk food we had laying around. It was our last day of true freedom, our last night together, and our last chance to let it all hang out. So naturally Sean went to bed early. Paul and I spent the rest of the night talking about the future and watching Japanese No Holds Barred fighting.

The next day we woke up before noon, and finished packing our things and checked out. The wind was biting, and it stung your face every time the wind picked up. It felt appropriate that we would be leaving on the coldest day. We said good bye to our hotel, our freedom, and my future home, setting out for what would turn out to be a 12 hour drive.

After a couple of hours we decided to skip the second visit to Sean's grandpas house and just go go go. Just before we hit the Georgia/Florida border (at least its where I think it was since there were zero signs informing you that you had crossed state lines), and pulled behind an RV with snow caked on the top. Some of it flew out and hit Sean's windshield. I guess I did get to see snow after all. And for the next 10 hours or so Sean whistled, emoted, and otherwise did his best impression of some one who wanted to be killed.

We arrived home around 11 pm and that is the whole story. Well it's most of the story. There are other details for more private conversations, but that's the long and short of it. I miss Atlanta. Did I mention that hot chicks buy albums on vinyl there?

I could not find a video for any of the songs I liked so screw all of you. For all the atheists and free thinkers: Here's a bunch of over weight 40 year old men playing heavy metal.