Welcome to Atlanta where da' playas' play

May 19th
Well, it has been fun, guys. My mini-road trip is coming to an end, and my mother is flying back to da' D F Dub from Hotlanta. I am starting to make bank in Pickens, South Carolina as a camp counselor. Yes, I am using slang because I am only in da' ATL once. Ok; sorry, that will stop now. Do not fear about my travels ending. I can assure you that this post will be SUPER exciting. To whet your appetite, this finale features enormous poultry, Will Ferrell-graced lands, and even... possible identity theft! Who knows, maybe I will be back for an encore blog while at camp. Not likely, as I will most likely not even have running water in the boondocks.

Oh, and yes, my clothing choice for my travels is still pretty much the same. I do change the necessities, though. If you do not know what that means, then shoot me an email: solomon.wang89@gmail.com

I headed out to Mountain Brook to get some breakfast early, and this area was so awesome. It was mountainous, brookous, and rich, and houses were awesome. I want to live in Alabama at some point in my life. It is green out here, and I do not mean chockful of marijuana or hippie and environmentally friendly, though those 3 aspects may indeed be present here. I just meant that I want to live among the foliage. Not to self: I will never use that word foliage again.

I swung back to pick up my mother at the great EconoLodge. We started our trip at 8AM, technically 9AM Atlanta time, so not to lose time on our day. As I was driving to my planned 1st stop, Anniston, AL (details to come), I saw something that caught my eye... TALLADEGA! The International Motor Sports Hall of Fame and Talladega race track are found here.

Now, I really did not enjoy Ricky Bobby, but I figured, why not be a true Southern boy and head out to the race track? I apologize that I did not take a really cool picture with me in my car giving a death stare to the camera; however, if you have seen my car, you know that it is a little girl car and would look a whole lot like a hot wheels car.

Next: Anniston, AL. As promised, I have now been to the World's Tallest Office Chair. Boom. See atop.

We got into Atlanta, and boy, is it big. We drove all around and were still in the city limits. We had lunch at Local 3. I got my pimento cheese fix here. Then, we drove to see the World's Tallest Chicken!!!!! Yes, I know you are jealous. While at this KFC of epic proportions, I noticed that my wallet was nowhere to be found. Cool and calm, I dialed Local 3, the only location where my wallet could have been misplaced. The conversation is as follows:

Me: "Hi, did I..."
Rafeek (nice African-American hostess): "Is this Mr. Solomon?"
Me: "Why, yes! My wallet is there, yes?"
Rafeek: Yes! Please come retrieve your monetary storage device.
Me: "Right away."

Praise the Lord!



We returned to rescue my lost wallet and proceeded to our hotel. Crazy awesome day, huh?

We took a long rest at the all-star lodge, Baymont Inns, and then headed into the Peachtree district to have dinner at Holeman & Finch, which is a really famous gastropub. Look it up! We walked around the area for a little while, and I am also sure that I want to live in Georgia at some point. There are so many trees around so many awesome eateries, with really hospitable people to boot. To the right, you will see that sometimes their signs are not as polite as the people. This "Wrong Way" sign simply just said NO. Well, at least they are upfront about your safety. We came back and watched the Mavs game. Oh, fiddlesticks. Then, rest. We had an early wake-up call for my mother's 8:30AM flight.

May 20th (doomsday--work begins)
I dropped my mother off at the airport and went to get some breakfast at West Egg Cafe. Pretty awesome breakfast. I met some girl that is getting her Ph. D at Georgia Tech, and she got her undergrad at UT! She is from the Memorial Area of Houston. Hook 'em. I walked around the modern Georgia Tech campus and then proceeded back to my hotel. Oh, I saw the Institute of Paper Science and Technology. Totally did not know that this sort of thing existed. I would totally want a job like that: researching what people write on. Talk about an impact. Countries are signed over on their products!



Before I left my hotel, I did what I do as tradition before I depart from a one-night stay. I made the bed fussy. That way, I know that I utilized my fees in cleaning, though I did not actually make a messy bed. I sleep fairly neatly, I think. The picture is as follows. Of course I do not actually roll up my blankets at home. Note the precise messiness.

On my way to camp, I made a (big) detour to Dillard, Georgia to eat some historical country ham lunch. :) Look up the Dillard House to get a picture of how random this trip was. Till then...