I made some “homemade” chicken and dumplings the other night and let me just say they were tasty. Before hand, I went and bought these dumplings (obviously they were “homemade” by Mary Hill herself) in the frozen food section of Publix. Now, Grandma Mary on the picture made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside, and lo and behold, she has a message too on the packaging. I thought I would share it with you. (They are made in Georgia-not Atlanta per say, but close enough to warrant a post.)
I good friend of mine took this picture in Decatur. Fisher Paty got a fabulous photo at the Texaco at East Ponce and Candler. Love love love this.
There were four of us who went to see [tag] Lucinda Williams[/tag] at the [tag]Atlanta Botanical Gardens[/tag] this past Friday night. Alison, Alley, and a friend of mine from South Carolina -Melanie, got tickets early on (because we are good members of the Gardens) and we were quite excited to see Lucinda on stage.
After waiting in line for 45 minutes, we walked in and my camera was immediately confiscated therefore the picture you see above is a stock photo… We did, though, get a great space on the grass close to the stage. Melanie and I spent a ton of money on good food from [tag]Sun In My Belly[/tag] (since you are not allowed to bring any in) and Alison got us some wine and water. We were set for a relaxing evening of music. Or so we thought.
Lucinda hit the stage looking drunk as a skunk although later on in the night, she said she had not had a drink at all. The two main stage lights were hitting her directly across her pupils and she asked for them to be turned down. Three songs later, she is sweating profusely and no one has turned the lights down, and the wrath of Lucinda started. I am not sure the Botanical Gardens crew has heard the word, “Fuck” uttered so much in one night. First it was the lights, then it was the sound. In fact, Lucinda stated that “the first fucking three songs were ruined and she might as well start over because it fucking sucked.” The audience clapped and tried to make her feel better- had anyone booed, she would have been off the stage in two “fucking” seconds, but alas, we were all very scared of Lucinda, so we all just threw some seriously happy vibes her way.
The sound got a bit better, but one large amp was a problem throughout the night. Regardless, Lucinda, much to her credit, kept singing. As her mood got better, people got drunker because we were all on edge that the would bolt before the show was finished. A particularly drunk group of people a few rows up from us got into a ruckus. In fact, a guy and girl stood up in the middle of a song, and kinda sorta hit each other, then the guy stormed off. This got our attention and we were no longer staring at the stars, but in fact, watching a fight erupt in front of Lucinda. I was hoping that she would jump off the stage, and “beat their fucking asses,” but alas, my dream did not come true. She kept singing, the people got thrown out, and in the end, she finished her set happier than when she walked on, told us all to vote, and said goodbye with three words: “Peace, Love, and Revolution.”
Lucinda rocks.
you see signs like this written on posts throughout the City of Atlanta. This one is my favorite thus far. I love the box at the end that says “Or Best Offer!”
for the losers of this election, you still have work to do. PICK UP YOUR DARN YARD SIGNS that are bam-blasted (is that a word?) everywhere in the City of Atlanta and beyond. I doubt the losers will pick any up and it will be up to the citizens to go around trashing these things. But, in case you politicians want to know, they are an eye sore and make [tag]Atlanta look even trashier[/tag] than it already is. The yard signs aren’t just in yards, they are at 4-way stops, on vacant lots, in buildings that are vacant…they are everywhere. Maybe I will start taking pictures next week of all the signs that are out there and sending the pictures to the campaigns.
So my point is, even though you may have lost the election, please get out there and pick up your signs. I know it is hard to do something when you don’t get anything for it, but for lawd’s sake, pick em up.
(stock photo obviously)
Or as this church likes to ask, you going to be smoking or non-smoking? Love it!
Baton Bob making a splash during the Pride Parade…
I mean, really? How many years in a row does the Lord need to provide [tag]Atlanta much needed rain on the day of the Pride Parade[/tag]? Maybe he felt as if all gays needed to get a little bit wet, but lightening and thunder? Eesh.
Regardless of the serious storm, Alison and I had a fabulous time hanging out in the Laughing Skull Lounge at the Vortex drinking Michael’s famous “Big Gay” drink – a mixture of rum, more rum, and serious fruit juices.
People stayed and watched the entire parade – even though some almost got struck by lightening. The usual floats were there including Delta and Swinging Richards and the Flying Biscuit had a great float with signs saying [tag]“Show us your Biscuits”[/tag] and someone in our party (not to be named-Rachel) did in fact show her biscuits which “won” her a Flying Biscuit t-shirt. Yet, the greatest part of the day was when [tag]Baton Bob[/tag] came prancing by with his whistle and baton in hand – in the pouring rain – and everyone went crazy. I have not seen him around lately and he is missed greatly, so this was indeed a treat.
Next year, I expect the Lord to give us a lot of rain for our drought, but save a sunny day for Pride!
Flying Biscuit folks asking viewers to show their “biscuits.”
Kristen, Meghan, Alison, and Tammy singing “It’s Raining Men”
[tag]Hosea Williams[/tag] is known in Atlanta and around the world as a famous civil rights leader who was unfortunately arrested some 125 times for things like drinking at “whites only” water fountains or sitting in the front of a bus. Today his picture is stamped on a the back of Atlanta Marta bus. I find this a bit sad since his image is now hawking a bail bonding business for those imprisoned at the [tag]Fulton or Dekalb County Jails[/tag] and the tag line is “still setting em free.” I almost hit this bus today trying to get these pictures.
Alison and I went out Saturday (we’ll write about that too, I promise) but I took these two photos while driving to and from our outing. In one evening, we found where to get fit and where to call if we we were alone and tired of it. Enjoy.
I am not sure what to say about the fact that now [tag]law abiding gun carriers can bring a gun into restaurants that serve alcohol and public parks in Georgia[/tag]. I must say, I think this is a bad idea and can’t believe many good outcomes can from this new law. First, those with a concealed weapons permit aren’t supposed to drink in a restaurant while carrying the loaded weapon. I have no idea how many waiters and waitresses are going to ask each and every individual who comes in to a bar/restaurant if he or she is carrying a weapon. I could be wrong, but I can’t imagine that becoming a standard question: “Can I see your I.D., oh and do you have a loaded weapon in your pocket?”
I know guns are not supposed to be the problem- the people who illegally (or legally) carry guns and do “bad” things with them are supposed to be the problem. But I disagree. We are such a violent country and guns are so easy to get a hold of. People with guns feel powerful- as they should- they could blow someone’s head off. Ugh- just really depresses me and makes me a bit fearful now to go to a bar where I know there may indeed be a person sitting beside me with a loaded weapon…like the guy in this picture.