Yesterday my friend Ally called me to say she was stuck in traffic on the connector.  “You have to guess why, though,” she said.
“Impromptu dance party?” I asked.
“Good guess, but no,” she said.  “There’s a zebra on the highway!”
For real, there was a zebra on the loose in my old hood!

Atlanta, you constantly one up yourself with awesomeness!

Hey Gators!!  Hey Gators!!  We just beat the hell outta you!  Rammer jammer yellow hammer, give ‘em hell, Alabama!
My favorite part - Tebow letting his tears do the talking!!!

Roll Tide Roll!!!

Spotted on the highway - The Oscar-Meyer Weinermobile driving north on 75. Very fast. In the carpool lane!

What if there was a place where people could research high quality snack bites as well as help put an end to childhood starvation?  Friends, let’s make this dream a reality, with the Atlanta Combos Foundation.

While we at the foundation test the best possible combinations for bite sized snacks, the fruits of our research will be sent on to hungry children in countries all over the world.  Because at the ACF, we’re not only searching for great snacks for our future, we’re helping to make a difference in the lives of others.

Because I’m pretty sure I did on Friday.

On the way up to Brian’s office in Centennial Tower, I stepped into the elevator lobby, and there he was.  Al Freakin’ Sharpton.

The only thing that makes me wonder about it is the fact that he only had one person with him.  I always assumed that Al Sharpton would have some kind of flock of hangers on along with him, but it wasn’t the case.

Sometimes Atlanta is the most wonderful place, with its beautiful parks, great restaurants, and a fine Southern yet metropolitan demeanor.

But then, sometimes this happens….

Now don’t get me wrong, I ride the MARTA train all the time. It’s not usually like this. But I can see how it has a bad reputation, when some hood-rat with a head full of crack and a dirty weave yells at an old lady for 5 minutes and no one stops her.

I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore…

Yeah I know, that was bad.

Update:

Said Hood-Rat gets Busted

Today Brian and I took a bus tour of the proposed Beltline path.  We started out at the Inman Park station, and went clockwise around town.  We went through so many neighborhoods of Atlanta, places that I hadn’t seen before, or that I had no idea were even there.  The places that we went through were some of the first “suburbs” of Atlanta, and they were all such beautiful little communities, with their own little parks and neighborhood stores and restaurants.  Hopefully the Beltline will come to fruition, and I can’t wait to see how the city changes around it.

Oh, and I would have posted pictures, but when we got on the bus Brian realized his camera didn’t have the CF card in it… so maybe we’ll drive the route again sometime with the camera.  But… I think we’ll skip the part that goes through Bankhead.  Even in the bus I felt like we could get shot at any time!

So, I was walking to the office this morning, and I got to the pedestrian bridge in East Point, and all the sudden some bum started screaming at me. At first I couldn’t understand what he was saying, but he kept repeating himself, and this is what he said: “You better get on to school, miss whitey! Get on now!” I looked around to make sure he wasn’t yelling at someone else, but no, it was just me. I was so confused about it all that I just about tripped on the stairs.

First off, I’m 26. I’m an architect. I’m pretty sure he was referring to Tri-Cities High School here in the hood. I went to Manhattan High School in the late 90’s, so I’m good there.

I also like that a bum is telling anyone at all to go to school. Especially when said person is already headed in the direction of the school. It’s like, “no dude, you go to school!”

And most of all, I love that he called me Miss Whitey. I don’t know why he chose that name for me, but yes, I am Caucasian. I guess he’s just not that creative. Which may have to do with why he’s a bum.