“This ain’t Chicago or New York, You in the A!”
That was our first official greeting upon landing in Atlanta, Georgia. Chris was trying to enter “Marta” the public train system, and of course being from NYC, buying one metrocard easily lets 2 people enter the platform. The older woman, with long nails and braids just laughed and told him to get another card.
Check in at our Airbnb was at 4pm, and I’ve luckily convinced our host to let us drop our bags around 2pm, a little better, now we only have 4 hours to kill instead of 6. Didn’t think our flight and travel would go by so quick.
Our loft was the cutest thing. We walked up to The Big House On Ponce. Currently ran by artists, this Inn has been holding up since 1919. History right at our fingertips.
We ended up staying one of our nights inside, there were so meany beautiful rooms and community spaces filled with love couches of different colors. The house was filled with quirky knick knacks, and hour hosts couldn’t have been any more inviting. Thank you!
The backyard was being run by 3 chickens who were big bosses, popping up at our door or even following us around every time we made an appearance. Our first step was the aquarium, I had this stop on my list ever since I started doing some homework on Georgia. They have one of the biggest arches, a tunnel you walk through where all of the sea creatures just swim right over you. It was absolutely magical. I only wish there wasn’t so many people, making noise and taking up space. Tourists suck (coming from one herself) The aquarium was actually pretty small, but we had fun non- the less.
I think the jelly fish have had to be my favorite. They looked so whimsical and just free of worries.
We headed to a sports bar so Chris could catch a quick glance of the score of the football game that was going on. He’s obsessed with his fantasy league, I swear. We had some good ass mac n cheese and sweet potato fries that killed it with their hint of cinnamon. Our plans were fucked up as soon as we looked outside. I really wanted to get on the famous ferris wheel, The Skyview. Ugh, it looked so gorgeous and this rain was a bust.It’s been raining for the past 2 days, and I’m pretty glad that I was smart enough to pack a jacket, a rain resistant one…. 2 points for Milli!
I ended up investing in some beanies anyway, you know a girl can’t have messed up hair while on vacation, I am Dominican after all, this frizz is expected.After all the rain, well, not even after…during all of the pours, we decided to spend a day in, doing nothing but just staying in bed, talking all night, him with his beers and myself with a bottle of wine. Heh, you know me and wine… that’s my other lover. Our night in was much needed. I love nights like this. We actually ended up binge watching Narcos on Netflix.
Booooy, let me tell you, we have been obsessed with this show. This was one of our “we watch this together” shows… and the other day I got really upset when I noticed he skipped ahead a few episodes. His chuckle did not help -__- Rainy day number 3, this weather is killing me Smalls. Who can even try to get cute when you’re hiding under an umbrella?
Atlanta’a Hip Hop festival was happening at the square, the crowd was still dancing, and we didn’t stay too long, because we noticed a tent, calling us to come in.
Dutchmasters was holding an event, they were handing out smokes and free drinks. Free, that’s my favorite number.
This was one of Chris’s picks of course, but I was all for it. My guy is a huge sucker for craft beer, and he’s dragged me into it. Even though I love the blondes, he’s always willing to try a new IPA. This was the perfect place to be.
The place was packed, and we quickly noticed that many people had pretzels tied around their necks, necklace style. When we tried to find a stand where to find them, someone informed us that that’s the only food that was allowed to be brought in. Booo.. what sucks worse, with all of that beer that was being indulged, there was only two food stands.
I ordered a Tom grilled cheese which was pretty damn good, mozzarella and tomatoes, yum!
The festival was held in Turner Field, home of the Atlanta Braves. I know we had plenty of drinks to keep us occupied, but I was secretly kicking myself in the ass, because I wanted to surprise Chris with football tickets, but then I quickly learned that the Falcons were playing Texas all the way in Houston….that shit sucks.
Our time was well spent, roaming from one beer stand to the next, trying all these different drinks, and if we didn’t like them, we would just spill them right on the floor and off to the next, and no one would get offended. There was a band playing some cool songs that nobody paid attention to, but you know drunks, have enough and everyone was dancing in the rain.
We ended up meeting and talking to a bunch of cool people, and you know me, I was ready with business cards everywhere I went.After all of the dancing and our “pregame” we headed to the infamous Magic City, you know guys, the strip club all those rap guys blurt about.
The bouncer must have loved us, and was super sweet, everyone else was cashing dough just to get in, and we got in for absolutely free…thank you!
More money to spend at the bar and the dancers, and that we did. Unfortunately I wasn’t able to take pictures, I didn’t even try to, but you all know what tits and ass look like, so moving on.I could tell Chris was nervous, I think it was because he was there with me.
You know what, he’ll get over it. It only took him a matter of time for him to get comfortable and finally start having a good time.
My train ride home was a bit dark, and scary, probably because it was so damn late and I’ve been drinking the whole day. Made it back to the loft, no idea how the streets already made sense, but they did. Thank God!
Our next day was a rough start, I surprisingly had a clear head, but this one not so much. His hangover had him queasy, and once it reached night I wanted to go out. ATL is filled with food and drinks, and since we weren’t in the mood to drink, I was ready to stuff my face. My plan was to go food hopping, grabbing an appetizer from every place we passed.
My guy wasn’t really into to the idea because of his weak stomach, but after he had some chicken soup at the first place I think he was feeling a little better. I ordered yuca con mojo de ajo at the first stop, a Cuban spot named Papo’s.
Oh my God, that ajo sauce was EVERYTHING!
Our next stop was a sports bar, mac and cheese, (yes, again.. we have basic go to’s : mac and cheese, sweet potato fries, mozzarella sticks and burgers, burgers, burgers, burgers, we love to critique them all)
After that we ended up at Vortex Bar and Grill, it was filled with wacky drinks ( I had The ATL-ean, a play on “alien”) which was greenish blue drink (Malibu and Sailor Jerry Rum, Midori, Blue Curacao, Sour Mix and Pineapple Juice) with two straws and 2 cherries on top resembling a, you guess it..alien. I ordered funnel cake fries, so good!
There were deer heads on the wall, skeletons riding Harley’s, and a huge wooden dick you rub for good luck, and no, I couldn’t Chris to take a rub, but I sure stroked a few.
Atlanta is filled with such sweet people. You walk down the street and everyone has a welcoming “hello” for you. It was a nice change from the hustle and attitudes of New York. Every time someone asked where we were from, and we would answer, we usually got the same response “Oh, you guys are buying a house out here?” Apparently it’s pretty cheap down there, and you still get the feel of city life, so yankees like us tend to head south.
Even if that was the case, me buying a house is something that I never even considered, I’ve never seen the thrill of it. Give me a nice loft space and then maybe we’ll talk.