Wednesday, April 25, 2007

Lucasville Flea Market 2010 Dates

Georgia On My Mind (aka: The Left my Heart in San Francisco) - Episode 5

After illegally imported underwear and advanced interaction devices in the United States, two of the first water grafici3D mortify their olfactory apparatus in a garrulous hotel with a thousand wonders with built-in conference. Now a sentimental shame for a couple of blondes angolofone and Owen Wilson look-alike, the two autogratificano luxury with a trip to Pier 39 left indelible imprints of themselves in a popular science museum. Then give successful test of their technologies, albeit at a high price for phone and computer before stafocarsi by a number of oysters and a dinner served with Italianate Nintendo ricchioni and quotes from colleagues, following which give a parcel to his compatriots.

For the strange alchemy of time zone, there comes a day short. For a trip of 4 hours starting at noon and end at 21. Mah ..
No time to say goodbye to San Francisco and we are already in Georgia, in Atlanta. In between, a Delta flight in which we are outraged with the most absurd in-flight meal ever eaten: we get a sort of surprise envelope in which there are rations for astronauts, but as a junk food: a package of assorted nuts in the mountains, a set of three yellow cheese with crackers and incorporated some form of sweet that even I do not remember. If you consider that Air France serves champagne ... After our arrival
Coca-Cola at home, we experience a strange mixture of public transport and taxis which leads to a dignified hotel in which there is free internet, which solves at least part of our obsessive-compulsive disorder in relation to the email. Ciccio actually has a form of even more low-level disorder which has to be around like a dowser with 3 different devices to search for any open wireless.
Once found, then it is satisfied that it is not necessarily that they connect.
Given the late hour, we ask if there recepttion recommend a place to eat, and the receptionist gives us a beautiful red map dotted with black, where hopefully each dot corresponds to a restaurant. After trying to connect the dots, without anything that appeared, we embark on a treasure hunt that ends at the Vortex, one space still open at 22.30 we were not even in Grottaminarda, and not in Atlanta!
We enter the Vortex, a typical American pub with a significant amount of plaques on the walls of the various states and an amount much greater numbers of bottles of spirits of any kind, can I say about thirty different rums, each with 4-5 different types of aging, and so on. Reading the menu is confusing: it is perceived that the room is not politically correct, that if you do not want to listen to loud music, or do not want to smoke near you, or not avventrice you want a rub on it (not that it is the opportunity presented itself, of course) would do well to stay in your little house, here the customer is always right, that the management reserves the right to send you away if kicking come out you're an asshole, and especially the injunction "tip or die."
The reality is that much more reassuring and is composed of people worry, a friendly waitress and two king size hamburgherazzi that are slightly less junk in the McDonald's. The constant change of time zone now allows us to fall asleep at almost any time of day, then we lie down safely at the right time and right now as we awaken to.
time to attend to a ton of correspondence mail and do lunch. We reserve a few hours of sightseeing, before going to our business meeting we will be committed in a neighboring all afternoon. In these two hours we visit the Olympic Memorial Park, which celebrates needless to say the Olympics held here in 2006 with a fountain whose water jets follow the perimeter of the five Olympic rings. To promote the fun of the younger ones, the jet is not continuous but intermittent and there is always a gap in the mobile which you can enter with the right timing in order to enjoy the water show from inside a circles. Since we do not miss anything, both me and Ciccio face the test with contempt of danger.
Result: my left arm and right leg the whole ciccio drench.
commented that we were forced to play a live Prince of Persia, the first guillotine gear we would dry in three seconds. We are witnessing, then, the same test carried out by two girls who previously sneered looking at our performance and we are pleased the soup of water which affects one of them, then we walk away with fatherly look of reproach.
sailed close to a famous aquarium, where their schedule and prices ill agree with our agenda and our wallets dry and dollars to euros, and penetrate into the commercial heart of the city. Unlike San Francisco, here's isolated are practically monoedificio and, if this building is a shopping mall, an office or a parking lot, the overall landscape is affected, as the mood the notch tourist forced to walk for twenty minutes along the asphalt and concrete barriers. Later we find that Atlanta has some very nice areas and not too remote, but when the impression is not very exciting, especially when compared with the recent past in California. Find other hand, confirms my recent theory of general sympathy and positivity of Americans, especially in small forms of courtesy, greetings from strangers, smiles etc. Surprising, then, the presence of English-English bilingual signs in Georgia! Me expect it in California, as a good player of Trivial Pursuit, but not here. Ah, there are many things to learn. We have lunch in a mall where there are 6-7 restaurants that compete by offering tastes of their dishes, so that we meditate to resolve the practical sponging lunch appetizers. Then a scruple of conscience, and the term of tastes, they make us opt for Cajun food half and half French. The Caribbean is a kind of half flamethrower that is spraying off only sparkling beverage establishment, which usually prefer the bitter orange, but the rule of native food preference is stronger this time, any consideration of overall GI.
After the meeting, we organize the evening once again exploiting the Internet and its variety. We decided that tonight we eat at an Indian restaurant not too far away and we want to hear the blues. Atlanta.citysearch.com provides us with two references were looking for: Desi Spice, reasonably priced, and the Northside Tavern for live blues. Both issues are very well chosen. Indian restaurant provides us with a Tikka Masala and something else in portions so abundant that we are forced to leave a part. My own view, moreover, is enhanced by a spectacular player pool that, in the room adjacent to the restaurant, it gives me great test by itself is struggling to keep their eyes on cue. A belly full, we go pedo foothills above the tavern (we are now regulars of the local low-level) well in advance. Tonight is the local jam sessions ("The Famous Northside Tavern jam-sessions" - eggrazzioucà who do you deny?) The beginning of which is estimated at 22.30. We have half an hour to recover from use. 5 minutes are used for Beck, the remaining time for a spectacular challenge to pool in which, mindful of the changes that I just witnessed, gift flashes of good play and cartons sensational. The end result is I 2 1 Ciccio, after leaving the field to the only customer of color under the hood of his green sweatshirt, began a long lonely, until the night.
At 23 o'clock, right on schedule, 3 compare players (whose names are Giuanni art, Frankie and Don Pasha) shouldered bass guitar and drums and give us some healthy Georgian blues for about an hour and a half. In addition to some standard, the three companies offering their personal version of Misirlou, Sweet Home Chicago and even the theme of the good, bad & ugly. Since then the jam is jam, change the guitar, then drums, then another guitarist, lead guitarist then you put the battery, then there is a saxophonist, in short, the most complete racket, but always in twelve bars and the pentatonic scale.
aaaaaah what satisfaction!
a barrel of Job gives us a taxi to drop a person who owes money to the taxi driver, just in front of the tavern. This reconstruction of the movements: the debtor enters, the driver waits, we control the situation, the debtor is delayed, the taxi driver is restless, we control the situation, but at a certain distance, the debtor appears disappeared, the driver enters the room, the debtor leaving distributing cash with both hands, we approach the taxi, the taxi driver asks us your destination, we will provide, the taxi driver takes us to, we pay, greetings greetings.

gives us a well deserved rest, because tomorrow we are planning an interesting visit to the computer graphics lab at Georgia Tech.
Before falling asleep, we hear the news: there's just been a massacre at Virginia Tech.

close our eyes, not without anxiety.

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