Post-Hiatus

So sorry for the gap there, my poor little PowerBook g4 is on her last legs, and I no longer have the blogging portability that I value so highly; also, I will not get the chance, at least right away, to enact a little experiment I’ve been wanting to try: blogging IN ATLANTA. Most public places have WiFi, right? And if not, there is always Word, so I can empty all my thoughts into a document and then post it later when the internets are back in my life. Sadly, this will have to be postponed.

97 Estoria. You should go, if you haven’t. Located at, surprise, 97 Estoria, in a tucked-away corner of Cabbagetown, and it sports a trendy-yet-welcoming intimate interior that—

–What? Oh, Cabbagetown? Hah, what about it? You say you want a little history?

Knock yourself out!

As I was saying, 97 Etsoria is a great place to go to meet people, see and be seen, or have a drink with a friend or that special someone. However, if you are allergic to hipsters then you might want to re-think coming to 97 Estoria. Unless you bring your inhaler, or have a plan of attack.

Last week I simultaneously discovered and got a job at an establishment that I consider one of the coolest places Atlanta has to offer. Highland Cigar Company  (the website is a little silly, I will admit freely) takes the cigar/bar environment from South Florida, and puts a not-so- gentlemanly spin on it. It’s all the sophistication of a cigar store…with booze. And if you don’t see the potential for hilarity, then you might want to check your pulse.  If you need a place to go and smoke your stockpile of Cubanos and watch the game, this is the place to do it. If you’ve got a hell of a lot of work and want a cozy place to finish it, and maybe drink a few beers in the process, I highly recommend this place. Besides the obvious people-watching merits. As for as a job goes, all I have to say is, ’At least they are training me on the bar.’

‘Cause if all else fails in this little deadtime before graduation, at least I will have bartending under my belt.

And lastly for review this evening, we come to DSC. You got it. Azul. Every Friday Raging Burrito and Azul open the doors that connect them and become Decatur Social Club. There’re two bars, the one in Raging and one in Azul, and if you can manage to move (and by move I am referring to bodily propulsion with the use of one’s own two legs…forget trying to dance) ANYWHERE in that space after one-thirty A.M, then you’re my fucking hero.  Because I found myself stuck in the same spot for about twelve minutes, unable to move due to the sheer volume of people around me. I don’t think I’ve ever been so liberally moistened from the sweat of others.

Once again, one must exercise caution when attending the DSC. You primary concern is still most likely going to be people that look like this.  (there is, of course, the exception of those scenesters that are actually cool) And of course, always remember where you left your tab open, the front bar or the back. The DJs seem to keep good music playing, both modern mixes and good old stuff that is served up as is.

That’s all I got for today. But I’m going to try and get my computer fixed ASAP so I can commence my round-the-city blogging. Hope everyone is enjoying their humpday appropriately…by humping something.