Back home. Exhausted. I feel like a ran a fucking marathon. And by "ran a fucking marathon", I mean "drank enough to make my liver scream while sleeping as little and as poorly as possible".
But - it was worth it - amazing trip and a nice escape from the hideous reality that is my life at home. Really. It's a fucking nightmare right now. I won't bore you with the details.
I had planned on detoxing and not drinking for a little while - then I looked at the calendar. It's fucking Mardi Gras weekend, people! And the Superbowl! All the locals are going to do nothing but party until Ash Wednesday. So, I'm jumping on that bandwagon and I'll probably stay pretty fucked up until then. And I'm not even Catholic. But, you know, when in Rome.
Quick reviews from the trip:
Music -
Foo Fighters in Birmingham - killed it - really. Shoved my way up to the front - I love general admission! Nothing between me and the boys but a little barricade and an old security dude - I almost charged it but thought better of it at the last minute. They gave the best long-ass encore set ever.
A trashy, trashy girl keep rubbing up on me during the show - which was both funny and scary - and then a group of law students talked me into going out with them afterwards - to a DUELING PIANO BAR. I shit you not - also both funny (VERY) and scary. Guess that about sums up Alabama for ya.
Marilyn Manson in Atlanta - Never been the biggest of fans but motherfucker puts on a really good show! He burned a bible and there were evangelical protesters outside the event hall so ya know I loved all that! Heathen, thy name is Whiskey!
I also got to feel the cool one-big-mass-of-moving-bodies-in-the-pit feeling, which I haven't in a while. I like getting bruises on my ankles and getting to shove people as hard as I can - and having people shoving me as hard as they can. A few terrified looking sorority girl looking types tried to struggle their way out - in over their heads both figuratively and literally. Panting, gasping, crying. It was great. Then there were the faux punk girls with glitter hairspray in their mohawk/liberty spikes. Glitter hairspray? Poseurs! Oy! or Oi! - what ever. So I spit on them. Yeah. I did. Really.
Movies -
3:10 to Yuma - frankly I was disappointed - way too formulaic
Juno - cute, clever, great soundtrack - I loved it!
Eastern Promises - Yes! Brilliant - Viggo Mortensen is fucking amazing!!!!
Bug - ok, I thought it was about bugs and I wouldn't watch it 'cause I have this huge bug issue - but I finally did and they aren't any bugs in it and it is a fucking great movie - very taut psychological shit.
Sicko - oh yeah - good stuff - fucking best rabble-rouser ever!
Food - skip it if you don't eat in Atlanta - although you should - it's fantastic!
JCT Kitchen - amazing - Perfect beef short ribs. Really. Perfect. Did I mention they were perfect? Because they are. Also a nice wine list. Very.
Watershed - My favorite fried chicken ever, never disappointing/less than perfect/bad in any way in the 8 or 9 years I've been eating it. With perfect mashed potatoes, green beans, and biscuits with honey and butter. Heaven. Only on Tuesdays and not on the menu - you have to GO EARLY and ask. Only 95 orders, each cooked individually in an iron skillet. After marinating in buttermilk for 48 hours. I mean, it's a fucking religious experience. It is not often you get to have a James Beard award winning chef make you comfort food. Go. You'll thank me.
Top FLR - Service needs work - a lot of it. But the food kicked ass! My paparadelle with duck confit, chanterelles, arugula and pearl onions was amazingly rich and satisfying. And the pastry chef's new menu, which debuted the night we at there, was beyond. Chocolate terrine with lemon olive oil and Fleur de Sel - ummmmmm yeah! But the pear tart served with Stilton ice cream was absolutely flawless - pure genius!!
So, that's about it for me - for now at least - Laissez les bon temps rouler, y'all!
But - it was worth it - amazing trip and a nice escape from the hideous reality that is my life at home. Really. It's a fucking nightmare right now. I won't bore you with the details.
I had planned on detoxing and not drinking for a little while - then I looked at the calendar. It's fucking Mardi Gras weekend, people! And the Superbowl! All the locals are going to do nothing but party until Ash Wednesday. So, I'm jumping on that bandwagon and I'll probably stay pretty fucked up until then. And I'm not even Catholic. But, you know, when in Rome.
Quick reviews from the trip:
Music -
Foo Fighters in Birmingham - killed it - really. Shoved my way up to the front - I love general admission! Nothing between me and the boys but a little barricade and an old security dude - I almost charged it but thought better of it at the last minute. They gave the best long-ass encore set ever.
A trashy, trashy girl keep rubbing up on me during the show - which was both funny and scary - and then a group of law students talked me into going out with them afterwards - to a DUELING PIANO BAR. I shit you not - also both funny (VERY) and scary. Guess that about sums up Alabama for ya.
Marilyn Manson in Atlanta - Never been the biggest of fans but motherfucker puts on a really good show! He burned a bible and there were evangelical protesters outside the event hall so ya know I loved all that! Heathen, thy name is Whiskey!
I also got to feel the cool one-big-mass-of-moving-bodies-in-the-pit feeling, which I haven't in a while. I like getting bruises on my ankles and getting to shove people as hard as I can - and having people shoving me as hard as they can. A few terrified looking sorority girl looking types tried to struggle their way out - in over their heads both figuratively and literally. Panting, gasping, crying. It was great. Then there were the faux punk girls with glitter hairspray in their mohawk/liberty spikes. Glitter hairspray? Poseurs! Oy! or Oi! - what ever. So I spit on them. Yeah. I did. Really.
Movies -
3:10 to Yuma - frankly I was disappointed - way too formulaic
Juno - cute, clever, great soundtrack - I loved it!
Eastern Promises - Yes! Brilliant - Viggo Mortensen is fucking amazing!!!!
Bug - ok, I thought it was about bugs and I wouldn't watch it 'cause I have this huge bug issue - but I finally did and they aren't any bugs in it and it is a fucking great movie - very taut psychological shit.
Sicko - oh yeah - good stuff - fucking best rabble-rouser ever!
Food - skip it if you don't eat in Atlanta - although you should - it's fantastic!
JCT Kitchen - amazing - Perfect beef short ribs. Really. Perfect. Did I mention they were perfect? Because they are. Also a nice wine list. Very.
Watershed - My favorite fried chicken ever, never disappointing/less than perfect/bad in any way in the 8 or 9 years I've been eating it. With perfect mashed potatoes, green beans, and biscuits with honey and butter. Heaven. Only on Tuesdays and not on the menu - you have to GO EARLY and ask. Only 95 orders, each cooked individually in an iron skillet. After marinating in buttermilk for 48 hours. I mean, it's a fucking religious experience. It is not often you get to have a James Beard award winning chef make you comfort food. Go. You'll thank me.
Top FLR - Service needs work - a lot of it. But the food kicked ass! My paparadelle with duck confit, chanterelles, arugula and pearl onions was amazingly rich and satisfying. And the pastry chef's new menu, which debuted the night we at there, was beyond. Chocolate terrine with lemon olive oil and Fleur de Sel - ummmmmm yeah! But the pear tart served with Stilton ice cream was absolutely flawless - pure genius!!
So, that's about it for me - for now at least - Laissez les bon temps rouler, y'all!
brightredscream:
I'm so jealous..I want to see Mr. Manson!
joenobody:
yay! you're back! nobody was making dirty comments about the fighters while you were away. did you see UFC 81?