Trip Report!
SO GUYS AS YOU MAY HAVE ALREADY NOTICED, I'm back from Atlanta. Although it was really, really fun, I'm still glad to be home. Although I will miss that hotel room. . .
OKAY, so I'll start from the beginning.
The trip took pretty much 7 or 8 hours. We left around 4 and got there around 11 or 12, I can't remember which. The trip up there was, of course, fun for me, since I love long car rides, but I was dead tired by the time we got to the hotel. The hotel, btw, was a. . . Micro-something. When I first went in, I freaked the hell out, of course, because MIRRORS. LINED. THE WHOLE LEFT WALL. RIGHT BEHIND. THE BEDS. (I would like to point out the fact that I seriously do not have even a single mirror anywhere in my room.) And for some reason, they had a mirror hanging on the opposite wall, so it was pretty much an Invisible Monsters scenario. Watching yourself watching yourself watching yourself etc. There was also what we believed to be blood on the carpet. I took pictures with my cell, but of course, they turned out bad and you can barely make anything out. ;-; Finally, the room we got was right across from the strip club, the Pink Pony, who currently features the hot Jesse Jane! All in all, it was awesome.
(Except for the fact that I had nightmares about our room the first night. I kid you not. Mom and Harley let me have a bed to myself because I don't like sleeping with people, so in my dream, I woke up and looked over at their bed. And Harley was sitting up and staring at me and her eyes were COMPLETELY FUCKING BLACK and her mouth was gaping open, way wider than any human mouth should be able to open, and it was also pitch black. And she was just. Staring at me. There was also something about sacrifices?)
So! We got our hotel room, went to bed, and then woke up at 8:10. We went down to eat breakfast, blah blah blah, and then we went to the Aquarium! I'll upload pictures eventually. Harley took some really good ones. But uh, I dunno, Aquariums aren't really my thing? Plus, the one in New Orleans was better. But it's cool. At least I got to see the jellyfish. \o/ Also, I pretty much abandoned mom and Harley at some point and went off on my own. Harley's obsessed with getting pictures of everything, and she didn't wanna be left alone, so mom stayed with her, and they were just going waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay too slow for me. I walk too fast for my own good. ):
(Also, Harley pointed out that the giant crabs look like Megatron. They are now known as the Decepticrabs.)
After the Aquarium, we went to the COCA-COLA FACTORY!! (Which was conveniently right across from the Aquarium.) We saw this adorable short film about what goes on inside coca-cola machines, ya know, when you put money in. And seriously, guys, it was so cute. Here's a shortened version of it. Those two grey things, in the hard hats, held hands at the very end of the one we watched. I d'aw'd hardcore. ;-; We did some other stuff, but the thing that we looked forward to the most was the Taste It! section, where you could drink coca-cola products from North America, Latin America, Europe, Asia, and Africa. Of course, we have the best coke products, but Asia has some freakin' delicious ones, too. Holy shit, guys, seriously, I wanna go to Japan now JUST to get some Vegita Beta or whatever it's called. Taiwan had really good stuff too. Europe was pretty much shit, but if you guys ever get the chance to drink a Beverly, from Italy, do it. You will never forget it. I promise. Latin America was. . . decent, but no where close to Asia. I think the best was from Paraguay, but I can't really remember. And I don't even really wanna talk about Africa. Let's just say I feel bad for everyone over there when it comes to coke.
So after all that, it was only something like 2:30, so mom and Harley decided to go buy a battery for her camera at the Best Buy. Of course, while searching for that with the help of the wise and powerful Garmin, Harley saw a bunch of stores she wanted to go to along the street. So she and mom got their battery and we went back to the stores. I decided to stay in the car since I (A) was tired, (B) had a bit of a stomach ache, and (C) felt uncomfortable with walking down a street with people driving by us and potentially staring at me. So after they left, I decided to sleep in the floor of the car because I was scared that someone would notice I was in there if I slept in the seat and upon discovering me they would break into the car, kill me, throw out my dead body, and then steal the car. SO I SLEPT THERE. AND IT WAS SLIGHTLY UNCOMFORTABLE. I DID THAT. FOR THREE HOURS. I have no clue how mom and Harley shopped for three hours, but they did it. After that, it was around 5, so we decided to go ahead and eat while we were out. We went to this diner near our hotel, and it was pretty good, although I can't remember what it was called. Went back to the hotel, I went to sleep at around 2:30 (I was being horribly distracted by Professor Layton, which I just recently picked back up). Once again, got up at 8, ate breakfast, and then we went to. . .
The Zoo! Once again, Harley got some really good pictures. It was. . . pretty much a standard zoo. Except they had some really nice stuff in the gift shop they had for the Pandas. I wanted to get this pretty pair of chopsticks they had, but I didn't know what I would do with them or where I would put them, so I decided not to. We saw everything they had to offer (except the snow leopard, who was strangely absent) and that was it. I mean, it's a zoo. There ain't much to do there but crack jokes about lions and reminisce about Kat Williams.
After that was the Fernbank Museum of National History. They had a dinosaur display thing, and I thought that was awesome, because I was dorky kid and was fascinated by dinosaurs. As with the Aquarium, Harley and mom went really slow, so I went ahead of them. The Georgia National History display, which was on the floor above the dinos, was kinda boring for me, 'cause I mean. I live in Florida. There was this one display of a swamp-like area, and over the speaker was the sounds of the animals that live there, ya know, like the natural sound of that area, and I was just like, "This sounds exactly like our backyard!" Harley and mom said that they thought exactly the same thing when I saw them like an hour later. The third floor was dedicated to World Culture and ~*~SCIENCE~*~! The World Culture thing kept me entertained for a little bit, but ultimately, I spent most of my time in the science part, where you could do all sorts of different little experiments, stuff like optical illusions and light beams and. . . science. . . stuff. Idk. I largely spent my time being a little creepy and just watching people. And that's always just a good way to waste time! At 4, the three of us went to go see an IMAX movie about dinosaurs that had bad acting. BUT HOLY JESUS GUYS. I WANT AN IMAX THEATRE. IN MY HOUSE.
(Also, concerning Chinese culture, CHINESE FOOT BINDING OH FUCK WHY WOULD ANYONE DO THIS I CAN'T EVEN HARDLY LOOK AT THESE PICTURES adflkghjlddgtkj)
We left the museum at 5, since that's when it closed, and went to this pizza place that was in the shopping district that mom and Harley had gone to the day before. It was called Little Five Points Pizza. I hiiiiiiighly recommend it if you're in Atlanta and want some good pizza. It was delicious. I would go so far as to compare it to Mellow Mushroom.
HOTEL SHIT GOES HERE (Actually, when we got back to our hotel room, mom had to go back to the car to get something, so Harley and I went in the room, but the lights weren't on, but we didn't realize that, so when the door shut behind us, it was pitch black. And for a second, we didn't realize what happened, but then we started to freak out and were all tryin' to find the light switch. It was great.)
AND ON THE LAST DAY. . . We went to the High Museum of Art. It was composed of three buildings, the smallest of which was the. . . Anne Cox building? I can't remember. All I know is that one of them had only two floors and one or two conjoining rooms, one had three floors and maybe a couple of conjoining rooms, and one had four floors and OVER 9000 ROOMS THAT ALL SOMEHOW CONNECTED TO ONE ANOTHER. And guys. Guys. There was some shit there that. I don't even know how it's considered art. Take, for example, this fine piece titled simply "Tyrannosaurus #1":
THIS IS ART
Believe me when I say there was worse stuff than that. |:
(Also, I am in love with Richard Misrach)
After we got done with the High, we drove downtown and Harley got some pictures. I wanna live in a big city so bad, though, guys. I love the atmosphere and how constantly busy big cities seem. Also, like I said, I love to watch people. It's a great way to kill time. Plus, you learn a lot of stuff by just watching.
So after all of that, we went and visited my dad, who's currently living in a trailer out in the woods with his friend Charlie in Alabama. They're fixing the trailer so that they can actually live in it well, and then they're gonna start building a lab and stuff for their biochemistry jobs. I really have no clue what they're doing, so. I just go with it. But uh, we rented a hotel room (with dad, since he wanted to take a bath) and went out to Olive Garden afterwords. The hotel room we got this time was complete and utter crap. There was water damage, the beds were uncomfortable, the AC didn't work. . . etc. I woke up at 1am and couldn't get back to sleep for the life of me, so I played Prof Layton until about 7 or 8, when everyone started waking up. We dropped dad off at his trailer, said our goodbyes (although he's coming up here in a couple of days for a doctor's appointment), and then we left. We ate lunch at Steak n' Shake (oh god that mocha milkshake was delicious), and then mom and Harley insisted that we stop at Priester's, so we did that, but afterwards, it was pretty much a straight shot to home.
So, pretty much, I had a lot of fun. I mean, I wanted to go to the Puppetry Museum, but it's cool. I'll live. Like I said, though, I'm just glad to be home.
. . . Also, there are many gay people in Atlanta. I was pleased. And everyone's so friendly! We were in the elevator leaving the High, and this pretty obviously gay black guy saw our souvenir bags and was just like, "Oh, did you guys go to the High? How was it?" I DON'T KNOW HOW PEOPLE DO THAT. I CAN HARDLY TALK TO PEOPLE I'VE KNOWN SINCE KINDERGARTEN. ;-;
lol kay I'm going to bed now. \o/