The Road Trip to Atlanta I have 7 minutes until departure time, and since I'm riding with our little Army brat, punctuality is key! Throwing the contents of my bed, what I decided to take so far, into my Vera bag, I jetted outside and tossed my bag into the boot of the Volvo station wagon. Then I ran back inside to get my sweater because I heard they actually have seasons in Atlanta...tragic. So Anna, Jordan, and I roll out and actually get as far as College Street (like a quarter mile from where we started my non-VSU readers) when I tell Jordan we HAVE TO turn around! But he won't until I tell him why....I forgot to pack a strapless bra...I am given 2 minutes to run into the building, stuff it into my purse, and return, only my roommate's sitting on her bed wondering why I'm back for the 3rd time (I came back once before I even left Langdale initially). So I don't make it outside until 3 minutes have passed and they have tried to hide the car from me. Now, recall please that we are riding in a Volvo station wagon...they don't disappear well between the Honda coups so popular in Lowndes County. Anyway, finally we are on route to ATL...here comes trouble! So things are progressing along uneventfully, I'm writing stories, they are playing "the alphabet game," when suddenly the car jerks between the 2 lanes and Jordan shouts "County...I saw county!" Well, if anyone knows the rules of this car game, you find words on signs beginning with each letter of the alphabet in order and race the other player through to Z. Jordan was on the letter Y...dyslexic much Army boy? We're only 80 miles out of Valdosta at this point. If I don't return to Langdale, I leave Jimmy all my movies and Lizzybeth my nice comfy bed... Okay, we got as far as McDonough without more major drama (although the image of Jordan walking into the gas station in full dress blues, including the 50s diner style hat, will probably make me giggle and run through the aisles to find Anna for a long, long time) when the 2 geniuses in the front decided to play "the alphabet game" again! Come on children, can we not learn from our past mistakes? Honestly. Well this time we only make it as far as the letter K before the car is rattling. Why? Because we have shifted almost entirely onto the shoulder as Jordan strains to see a billboard. Umm, anyone mind if I crack open the liquor in the boot? I think I will definitely need some Dutch courage to last the final 30 minutes. At least Anna's dad is taking us to her house. I can't imagine the poor children Jordan would run down in a residential area... Friday night rolls around and Anna and I decide it's time to cause some trouble in Marietta. Who do we call? Anna's motorbike-racing, Jewish DJ, friend Josh. But he has to shower first...so we parked behind Wendy's and watched the mariachi band leave work, then visited the highest point in East Cobb. (Honestly, this boy took longer to get ready than Brent!) Finally, we roll up to his hood and get into the neon yellow Xterra to go get ice cream...we live on the edge. So at Bruster's, a Methodist church bus pulls up and unloads 30 sixth graders off to elevate their sugar highs. The only purpose they served beyond utter annoyance was to crunch cockroaches in the parking lot. We left there very fast. While trying to decide what to do next (it's a lot harder to cause trouble in Marietta than Valdosta), we drove up and down Sandy Planes Road, leaving trails of burnt rubber in the wake of all our U-turns. This Josh boy is seriously rivaling Jordan for the Scariest Driver of the Year title. Even the Arabic cab drivers in New York would be cowering as he passed them. Our inner children popped out and we go hunting for a park...and find the most perfect one, it has a giant sand pit for us to fight in! Only I was wearing a skirt, so I left the battling to Josh and Anna and in their flight to escape each other, we found probably the coolest playground ever! They had swings and climbing walls, and a pathway that could cause some painful alterations if young boys fell wrong as I almost did...Anyway, we're running around, checking out all the cool things playgrounds didn't have when we were little, and suddenly Josh's internal cop radar (it's really amazing) shoots off and he tells us to get down fast! As Anna and I fall down the stairs, the Roswell police car U-turns into the parking lot right in front of us. (FYI, it's at least midnight, I think there are a few laws against being at the park this late...) So we are crouching down by the dark picnic tables, hoping Cop didn't see us, and we decided that once he drove off, we'd have enough trouble for one night. We went back to Josh's house to watch a movie, and the movie this badass biker decides we have to watch is "Uncle Buck", an old John Candy and McCauley Culkin flick...you can understand why I ended up falling asleep on the overstuffed chair (or could it have been my 4 hours of sleep the night before, let's vote movie.) So while I'm off innocently visiting dreamland, Anna and Josh took a trip into the kitchen, and this time she did mean to...but then at 2:30 am her mom called to ask us to come home. Anna's parents were on their way to the police station to pick up Emily, Anna's 16 year old sister. Even with all of our drama and adventures, we have never been arrested! Best part was, Anna's parents weren't even mad! Can we swap please?? So Saturday comes along and it's game day baby! Anna and I start our adventure by driving downtown, trying to park at The Varsity, but she takes on a Jordan complex and starts weaving lanes...then we ended up with the double yellow line on our right...we were totally on the wrong side of the road! So while trying to get back over to the proper side of the road, we missed our turn and had to fight the one-way system of Atlanta trying to move backwards one block! Finally, we get to the Kappa Sig house and start hanging out with all the brothers and pledges...It's a relatively unexciting afternoon, I got yelled at for my lack of musical knowledge, Jesus H. Christ on a bicycle. Frank getting drunk with his parents chucks drunk face if you give a mouse a cookie, he just might strip, what will you strip chuck? so we got student tickets to the game and had the master plan of saying we lost our wallet and our buzz card (ga tech id)...obviously they had heard this one a few too many times, because steve and i went to 3 different gates who wouldnt let me in. Anna somehow got a free ticket from an alumni in line behind her...i think she flashed him for it, its the ga football fanatics version of mardi gras beads. anyway, after battling with the ticket booth ten minutes later because steve lost his id, they gave him a replacement normal ticket and i got in the game...such a hassel to see us lose 39-3. But the game was entertaining, steve and the frat boys went into tucker max bilgerency mode (if you dont understand, check out my links) and i saw stalker nick from kentucky across the way. back at the house, most of the brothers were pissed off and ready to get trashed, anna naming EVERYONE bzzzzzzzz anna dances, anna falls for john...twice steve becomes asshole, disappear brent and jeanie lost i'd had enough of this, screw kappa sig, i decided to walk around the corner another block to the phi sigma kappa house, stalker nicks fraternity. I left anna in chuck's capable arms and walked, by myself, mildly drunk, at 1 am in downtown atlanta, to someplace i had never even seen before...i love how my brain works when im drinking...so phi sig is already great because im greeted with a big hug and taken up to phils room (nicks big) to get some of his famous punch...that stuff was GOOD! nicks an asshole, unblock caragh...ps im not a slut chico, the wonder rat hunting for the valdosta-ites nick hitting on b caragh funneling a beer..send nick the picture visiting club nv, the cops escorting us to the opposite side of the road so we arent murdered, the ying yang twins stretch pickup truck changing dorm to nicky, meeting his indian our double walk of shame annas hickey in the middle of her neck, omg, my parents are gonna kill me, thats it, i cant go home we did so good, we didnt get arrested, we didnt get our car towed, and then i get a giant hickey in the middle of my neck! my poor parents, one kid is in jail, the other is a slut... i could tell them that you got one, and then i didnt want you to feel stupid so i got one too ok, i met up with dan, and we were reminising.... so there was a contest at amandas, who could get a hickey faster.. oh, screw it, my parents were in college once calling oonagh to find out how to hide a hickey... driving by dan's house trying to hide it from dad while putting on make up, the giant robe Okay, so initially this was going to be a journal of the weekend, because with Anna and I going to "the big city" for a whole weekend, there was bound to be a zillion adventures...but first of all, if I wrote everything down that would be an entire book instead of just a subpage, plus, there are just some things we don't want to remember... Instead, I'm posting the story of the car ride down, because I wrote that in the car and I like it, and then adding memories and highlights...Anna and Jordan will understand almost everything, all you other people can just know it's funny and laugh anyway. I have 7 minutes until departure time, and since I'm riding with our little Army brat, punctuality is key! Throwing the contents of my bed, what I decided to take so far, into my Vera bag, I jetted outside and tossed my bag into the boot of the Volvo station wagon. Then I ran back inside to get my sweater because I heard they actually have seasons in Atlanta...tragic. So Anna, Jordan, and I roll out and actually get as far as College Street (like a quarter mile from where we started my non-VSU readers) when I tell Jordan we HAVE TO turn around! But he won't until I tell him why....I forgot to pack a strapless bra...I am given 2 minutes to run into the building, stuff it into my purse, and return, only my roommate's sitting on her bed wondering why I'm back for the 3rd time (I came back once before I even left Langdale initially). So I don't make it outside until 3 minutes have passed and they have tried to hide the car from me. Now, recall please that we are riding in a Volvo station wagon...they don't disappear well between the Honda coups so popular in Lowndes County. Anyway, finally we are on route to ATL...here comes trouble! So things are progressing along uneventfully, I'm writing stories, they are playing "the alphabet game," when suddenly the car jerks between the 2 lanes and Jordan shouts "County...I saw county!" Well, if anyone knows the rules of this car game, you find words on signs beginning with each letter of the alphabet in order and race the other player through to Z. Jordan was on the letter Y...dyslexic much Army boy? We're only 80 miles out of Valdosta at this point. If I don't return to Langdale, I leave Jimmy all my movies and Lizzybeth my nice comfy bed... Okay, we got as far as McDonough without more major drama (although the image of Jordan walking into the gas station in full dress blues, including the 50s diner style hat, will probably make me giggle and run through the aisles to find Anna for a long, long time) when the 2 geniuses in the front decided to play "the alphabet game" again! Come on children, can we not learn from our past mistakes? Honestly. Well this time we only make it as far as the letter K before the car is rattling. Why? Because we have shifted almost entirely onto the shoulder as Jordan strains to see a billboard. Umm, anyone mind if I crack open the liquor in the boot? I think I will definitely need some Dutch courage to last the final 30 minutes. At least Anna's dad is taking us to her house. I can't imagine the poor children Jordan would run down in a residential area... Friday night rolls around and Anna and I decide it's time to cause some trouble in Marietta. Who do we call? Anna's motorbike-racing, Jewish DJ, friend Josh. But he has to shower first...so we parked behind Wendy's and watched the mariachi band leave work, then visited the highest point in East Cobb. (Honestly, this boy took longer to get ready than Brent!) Finally, we roll up to his hood and get into the neon yellow Xterra to go get ice cream...we live on the edge. *Methodist 6th graders killing cockroaches on a sugar high. *Hiding from the cops in the park. We drove up and down Sandy Planes Road, leaving trails of burnt rubber in the wake of all our U-turns. This Josh boy is seriously rivaling Jordan for the Scariest Driver of the Year title. Even the Arabic cab drivers in New York would be cowering as he passed them. *Anna did mean to... So at 2:30 am her mom called to ask us to come home. Anna's parents were on their way to the police station to pick up Emily, Anna's 16 year old sister. Even with all of our drama and adventures, we have never been arrested! Best part was, Anna's parents weren't even mad! Can we swap please?? --Saturday-- Anna and I start our adventure by driving downtown, trying to park at The Varsity, but she takes on a Jordan complex and starts weaving lanes...then we ended up with the double yellow line on our right...we were totally on the wrong side of the road! So while trying to get back over to the proper side of the road, we missed our turn and had to fight the one-way system of Atlanta trying to move backwards one block! *Pre-gaming with the Kappa Sigs. So we got student tickets to the game and had the master plan of saying we lost our wallet and our buzz card (Ga Tech id)...obviously they had heard this one a few too many times, because