First impressions: Easily navigable airport.
Second impressions: My, I’m a whiter shade of pale.
So I made my way to approximately the right part of town. But it appears there is no taxis in Atlanta. Besides I was a bit early to go to the venue right off. Corpo were still on their way from Louisvile, Kentucky. There’s not much around, its kinda the business/hospital/best western district. And multiple Starbucks. Jesus, it’s the McDonalds of our generation, and its coming to a town near you soon (thanks Catherine!) So I have a Tall Decaf Mint Mocha Chip Frappucino. Drink half. Am full. Now I know why Britney was getting so pudgy before the preggers thing. Asked dude behind counter where the venue is. To his credit, he walks me out to the street, shakes my hand, tells me he’s from Jamaica and welcomes me to America. Waves me off in the general direction. It’s 30c, it’s very very humid, I have a rucksack. I’m having flashback to NY 1999. I pass a theatre where I ask again. More arm waving.
I keep walking, I shake my head as I pass another Starbucks. I double back. There’s a skinny white lank-haired indie kid working there. I stand in line and listen to 2 old ladies wonder why small is called Tall. Wish they’d save their pondering til they sit down and they haven’t got me standing behind them sweating profusely. Save your breath Grannie, the concept of small disappeared in this country long ago. Anyway indie boy - not only does he know the venue but “all mah friends works there”. So I sat down with a buideal of uisce to set myself up for 10 more blocks of perspiration.
I am too tired for a full review. You shall make do with bullet points for now:
-There are lots of girls here dressed like Mischa Barton.
-I made tofurkey sangwitches on a blinging tour bus. The vegan restaurant we tried to go to was shut due to the funeral of the chef’s brother being that day. There is a general aura of death about the place. My uncle’s funeral was today too, mum’s brother in law. That is nothing to do with the gig.
-I will go now and sell some tshirts. I swear tomorrow it’ll be slightly more rock related.
xj
2 comments:
Sorry to hear about the brother-in-law, Mammy Dunphy.
Jill I can feel the heat coming off your post there.
All these articles gathered and nowhere to send them....sigh...
sorry about your Uncle there Jill. I'll have a drink for him tonight.
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