HOTLANTA....Next Stop, the Big Easy

The trip to ATL was tons of fun despite the "L" to Florida. Tim Tebow is a freak of nature and that's all there is to it.

I was thinking about the best/funniest thing that happened while we were there. When you don't go to bed before 5am either night, you've got lots to tell! There was the insane car ride to Midtown where I heard the term "Sexting" (Sex Texting for those of you who are virgins as well, but I'm sure you figured that out) for the first time. Vespa explained the meaning while she was crammed in with two boys OVER 6ft tall in the backseat of a 3 series BMW. There's the incredibly fuzzy walking around in the parking deck, talking to "ryan or bryan" (don't remember which) in the back seat, and texting Phantom (yes he's still around). Hummm, that was all Friday night. Saturday was also good times. Yellowhammers at the Innisfree tailgate, game at STATS (where people SHATTERED a glass partition right after the game), and then Churchills.

Which leads me to my favorite story of the night.

I'm not really sure how Vespa does it, but she does. She always, mark my words, finds the most eligible bachelor in the room without meaning to. This time? A REALLY cute, funny orthepedic surgeon. I'm serious when I say this, the job isn't all that matters. It's more about being stable, and being able to support yourself. I wouldn't care if the guy was a lifeguard, as long as he could support himself, and was happy doing it. It's the rest of the story that makes him so eligible.

We lost her for a HUGE amount of time. No surprise she was missing, but was hoping she hadn't left the building. She comes beebopping to our corner with this cute guy strolling behind her. Of course, we're like, "um hello, who are you?" He excitedly introduces himself and begins a converation. While the roommate has his undivided attention, Vespa decides to tell me a little story. Goes something like this,

She goes up to the bar to order a drink. She's standing beside the Dr, who introduces himself and his friend. Apparently the Dr. and the friend had a convo before because the friend bolted after the introduction . Anyways, to make a long story short, he ordered some shots. AWFUL shots. By half way through the second, Vespa (hold your tummy friends) threw those shots right back up, in her mouth, at the bar. She RUNS outside. While she finishes up, she realizes Dr. is holding her hair back. YEP...HOLDING HER HAIR BACK. She obviously visits the bathroom, and walks back out fully expecting him to be gone. NOPE, still there. She apologizes. He says, "Hey, no big deal, I've dealt with all this before, blood, throw-up, piss, you name it." (This is when he tells her he's a Dr.) Anyway, the night continues on, he gets her number and we go home. At the time we all thought it disgustingly hilarious, but now it's a cute story. They went out last night, but I haven't gotten the low down on that yet. Hopefully it went well.

So there you have it, a snapshot of the weekend in ATL. Can't wait until New Years, plus a football game in Nola. Sure to be great times ahead.