Peachy
As most of you know very well, I was in the beautiful city of Atlanta for the past week or so. This was probably the first trip I’ve taken outside the state in nearly four years, so I enjoyed myself immensely. However, I did miss the fresh air that Texas has to offer. I will never complain again, or compare the air quality of home sweet home to the smokeless environment of say, Iowa. Honestly I can say without exaggeration that I feel as if my lifespan has been shorted at least a couple of years due to all the second hand smoke I was forced to inhale. But hey, that is the price one must be willing to pay if he wants to explore the capital of the peach filled state. Even though I did not see one peach tree during my stay… 
Well, that and the incredibly rude food service employees who will halt in the middle of your order to take a personal call in the alley… or wherever they go. I always thought that service at McDonald’s would be universally fast and easy. Oh ho! That is so not the case. I don’t feel the need to rant about my little misfortune, since I have other more interesting things to blog about. But I will say to the manager of the McD’s across the Westin Hotel, next to the Hooters establishment, that you, sir, can easily find better employees that can actually read orders and fill up an ice cream cone within 20 minutes.
The main planned event that occurred during my stay, besides the competition of course, was our trip to Stone Mountain Park. We left around 11:00 in the morning to be absolutely sure that we would not miss the delicious southern cooking that awaited us. Here I think, is where I got addicted to Georgia’s iced tea. What makes it so special? Well, just take a glass of regular iced tea, dump a cup or two of sugar in it, stir it up with love, and there you go. Ah ha ha… good times… good times. After several turkey legs, cucumber slaw, and the most amazing peach cobbler ever, we headed off to explore what Stone Mountain had to offer. 
The first thing that I did was to drag everyone I possibly could to go to the lovely souvenir shops that were equipped with ACs. My favorite one was probably the authentic candy confectioners store where I bought some peach taffy that looked oh so tempting at the time. Little did I think of how hot it was outside, let alone how I was going to keep my candy from melting for ten long, long hours. Read the rest of this entry »
