Magic Jewball

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Atlanta!

Filed under : America,Travel
On May 19, 2008
At 10:45 pm
Comments : 13

When I think the name of the city of Atlanta in my head, I always say it just the way Scarlett O’Hara does in this scene. Let’s watch, shall we?



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Yes, she was excited and so was I. Not only do I love Atlanta but I have many fine friends there, including Maureen who writes the delightful B-Movie reviews with TJ who I met for the first time. Despite loving sci-fi, Maureen was too tired to make it through an entire episode of Dr. Who the whole time I was there. Of course, we were worn out from eating at the Waffle House (I will be forever known as the Yankee who puts sugar in her grits) and drinking copious amounts of alcohol.

Along the way, I saw lots of other fun people from the Internet, including such commenters as Sarpon and DogandMusicLover (I left out the tildes there). Everyone was as awesome as awesome can be, and I’m not even including the guy who showed me porn on the plane. And they made an amazing potluck with Southern specialties like spring rolls with peanut sauce as well as chocolate cheesecake. OK, maybe not. But I couldn’t eat the brisket. And I came bearing gifts from my homeland, New York. Things like Zabar’s babka and rugelach and Jacques Torres chocolates.

But really, it was more about Southern hospitality. Folks came from all over the South to get together and they all showed me a heap of a good time. I’ll stop now. Anyway, in case you don’t believe me, even though Maureen and I already know each other, she gave me the full limo-driver treatment.





I’d explain about the file folder on her head but people would be all over me like a duck on a junebug. OK, now I’ll stop.



All together now: Everybody had matching towels!
The B-52′s – Rock Lobster

 

13 Comments for this post

 
~dogandmusiclover~ says

Wait. Some guy showed you porn on the plane? And you didn’t tell me about it? What the hell is wrong with you?!

Seriously, it was a blast. When I saw you the first time I couldn’t believe it at first! I know I said I was going to scream when I saw you, but I was so awed by the whole thing that I couldn’t say much of anything! I wanted to stand up and shout to everyone in the square, “HEY! SEE THIS PERSON? THIS IS BECCA! AND I’M FINALLY GETTING TO MEET HER! NEENER NEENER NEENER!”

 
Maureen says

You got through the whole weekend without saying “bless her heart” to anyone, which I take to mean that you really did like all of us.

I mean, I already knew you liked me, on account of how awesome I am.

Thanks so much for traveling to spend the weekend with us. And you’ll be happy to know that I finally finished that episode of Dr. Who tonight. And it was a damn TO BE CONTINUED, bless its heart.

 
Becca says

Dog, I probably did tell you but you didn’t understand my Yankee accent.

And thanks! It was great meeting you too. I should have worn my “Kiss me, I’m Jewball” t-shirt. If only I had a t-shirt like that.

Maureen, I forgot to say that! Damn, now I’ll have to come back.

You are indeed awesome. How could the Dr. Who people do that to someone as awesome as you?

 
Ima Wurdibitsch says

~sobbing~

I am SO jealous.

 
Arjewtino says

I like the smiling Asian woman getting elbowed in the face by Maureen.

 
Becca says

And well you should be, Ima. Aren’t you in the South? Don’t you guys all live next door to each other? You should have come!

Arj, you can tell she loves it.

 
JennyPA says

Oooo, Jacques Torres chocolates. I was already a leetle envious of the F2F, but that just put me over the top. I.want.those.things.

 
Becca says

You should have told me and I would have imported some to Philly!

 
Irishcardinal says

You put sugar on your grits? Goodlord,woman! At least I won’t be ordering cheese and corned beef on white bread with mayo if I make it to a NY deli next month.

 
Becca says

They’re yuck otherwise. Sorry!

 
Girlnextdoortn says

I’m a born-and-bred Southern girl, and I put butter and sugar on my grits. Or maple syrup.

Or cheese.

Yummmmm.

In any case, you’re forgiven, as you did nothing wrong.

 
Irishcardinal says

I don’t actually eat grits. Sugar would probably make them less yucky, but few real southerners would ever put anything sweet on them.

 
Becca says

Thanks, Girl, I feel better. :D

Irish, they are delicious that way, I swear! Like cream of wheat but tastier.