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We were all sad to be leaving Camp David and our country retreat at Lyman Lake. Our next destination, Atlanta, was the so called ‘Capital of the South’, so we were all looking forward to seeing what the City had in store for us. As per, as soon as we got off the Greyhound we were greeted by sketchiness. Fortunately we didn’t have to wait too long until our host, Tannah, arrived in a new Volvo, early indications were good. Tannah’s pad was in a very leafy, tranquil area which didn’t seem like it was in the centre of the City. We had once again landed on our feet. Our first evening was a chilled affair. The points to note were as follows: I had my first go on an endo-board and two of Tannah’s friends, Leanne and Meredith, popped over to say hi. Their relevance will become apparent below and they may even appear in a subsequent blog entry. If that doesn’t keep you hooked I don’t know what will.
The next day was rainy, apparently typical October Atlanta weather. We had 2 options for the day; the World of Coca Cola or the Georgia Aquarium. So we had the choice between 64 different types of Coke that you could sample V what the lonely planet describes as ‘a colossal facility billing itself as the world’s largest aquarium’. Of course the Coke won. $15 well spent as far as me and Ben are concerned, Andrew and Kez moaned like little girls though. In fact, as I am writing this in Portland, Andrew is still b****ing over it in the same way he would do if someone ate the last bit of his cake. Let’s put the decision into perspective - would we have all felt sick after the aquarium like we did after trying all 64 different Coke’s, no way. Will we have another opportunity in our lives to try 64 different Cokes, witness a 4D experience and be completely indoctrinated about Coca Cola under one roof, errr no. And if you don’t fancy drinking a Coke now there is something wrong with you.
Andrew’s response: Right. I think I can sum up the ludicrous decision to go to the Coke factory over the WORLD’S LARGEST aquarium quite nicely by describing one aspect of the tour. Ollie mentioned a 4D film. What could the 4th dimension be I hear you cry. I’ll tell you. You. You are the 4th dimension because without you, Coca Cola wouldn’t exist. Thank you goodnight.
Our sugar levels were at an all time high when we were greeted with the news from Hannah Montana (the new name we had amusingly given Tannah) that we would be meeting Leanne and Meredith at a bar for some drinks. Rumours had it that Leanne had an awesome beer pong arena in her basement and we were reliably informed that if we mentioned the fact that we frickin loved beer pong then we may well have the opportunity to utilise the facility. The rumour mill was correct and we were soon heading to Leanne’s via picking up some beer and liquor en route. Ben and I took to the table as reigning B.P Champions of Phili 09/10 and the fans favourites didn’t disappoint. Andrew was soon in his element, guitar in hand, the singing commenced and he was soon wooing the lady audience. Even a couple of Crimson songs didn’t dampen the mood. Surely this had all the hallmarks of a great night. Beer pong was hitting us hard, then Meredith had the idea of vodka shots. We were introduced to the concept of mixer pre-chasers to soften the blow of the impending Vodka. Our sugar high had rapidly been replaced by a drunken haze. More singing / beer pong / spoons and merriment ensued. Many things happened that night; Ben and I continued our reign as beer pong champs / pre-chasers were a huge success and a certain romance blossomed for the first time between our very own guitar et signing Casanova extraordinaire and the lovely, smiley Miss Durham. I too thought I had found my future wifey in Meredith. She was tall, very attractive, easy to get on with and great to have a lovely lovely conversation with. She reminded me a bit of Cat Deeley. Anywho, while we hit it off we didn’t require a late night trip to the gas station. Maybe our discussions about a big joint wedding was premature.
We were due to leave the next day on the Greyhound at 1:00. Inevitably we didn’t make it. Our lovely host, Hannah Montana, said that it was not a problem to stay another night. This news pleased us all as we were all enjoying Atlanta, some might moot that some were enjoying it more than others, no prizes for guessing who. Andrew and Kez had their wish and we went to the biggest Aquarium in the world. Yeah maybe it did beat the World of Coca Cola, and what! Leanne joined us on our tour of the fish as she had not yet witnessed one of Atlanta’s finest attractions. Us boys found it amusing that Romeo and Juliet were acting like they were a married couple, it must have been some night. Andrew had a chance to catch up with a couple of his relatives, the beuga whales (that one is for you Dave and Rich). I don’t think Leanne quite expected to meet the family so soon.
As the day drew to a close Andrew disappeared into the sunset to spend the evening with his future wife. Kez, Ben and I promised ourselves that we would have a quiet evening in with Hannah Montana and catch up on the blog. This hope soon disappeared as we were ‘forced’ to go to a bar for a ‘quiet couple of drinks’. The bar had pitchers for $3. We were soon introduced to the game of flip cup. If you couldn’t guess it involves two teams, drinking beer and flipping a plastic cup in the air from the edge of the table so that it lands the right way up. The first team to finish wins. Simple? Far from it due to steaming through the $3 pitchers. My personal highlight of the evening was Kez trying to chat up an intoxicated girl for 2 hours. Little did he know that he was sat next to her boyfriend throughout. Ben and I didn’t feel it was our place to interject, what are friends for after all? As we stumbled into bed we debated whether Andrew would make the greyhound the next morning, or would he stay and start a new life in Atlanta. We would soon find out.
Much Love, Ollie x
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