Welcome to Atlanta Where the Playas Play

For my 25th birthday, I headed to Atlanta with my lil sis, Cadeja.  I hadn’t been to Atlanta in about 3 years and it was so refreshing to go there.  It’s crazy because everytime I go, I always say, “I could never live here,” yet, I would live in LA.  The same reason I don’t want to live in Atlanta (traffic and that it’s too spread out) are all the same things wrong with LA. However, after this recent visit, I’m kind of torn between moving back to LA or moving to Atlanta.  Corporate America in Atlanta is massive! And if I wanted to go back down the route of fashion, that’s major in Atlanta as well.  Atlanta is like an LA Jr.

IMG_5836The first night in town we took a 30 minute nap and got up to begin getting ready for the night.  Our first stop was at this place called Ace Fridays.  We thought we were stepping into a club and come to find out it was a WHOLE ASS hookah lounge, lmao.  It was funny because as we were pulling up, the parking lot was skimp, luckily it was free to get in.  We bought a round of hookah and left probably after 45 minutes of being there.  We ordered a Lyft and this is were things got interested and I did some shit I hadn’t done since undergrad.  We were talking to our Lyft driver and he asked us what we were about to get into, where we were staying, blah, blah, blah.  Basically he ended the Lyft driver and clocked out.  We thought he was going to show us a spot real quick that we could end up going to after we got back to our hotel to grab the car.  No.  My mans went to his spot, changed clothes, brought us some alcohol out and took us to this area known as Edgewood, which was extremly popping.  A lot of bars nearby and a lot of melanin for me to lust after.  I was enjoying myself that is until, this man who was probably a good 5’7 and while I am actually 5’7, with heels on I was 6’0 came behind me and was trying to get me to dance.  Y’all, I am not a dancer especially when I’m sober or just have a buzz.  The DJ then began playing slow music and I immediately found a chair and sat in it.  I just knew this man who was already trying to get me to dance about to grab me for a slow dance.  Anywho, he eventually started to grind up on me and when I say I was embarrassed, I was embarassed, DO YOU HEAR ME? Embarassed.  My friend had a walked away to talk to the guy that brought us there, so I looked this chick who was standing close by me in the eyes and grabbed her to tell her to save me.  Someone word flew that it was my birthday and sis gone say, “Happy Birthday! Have fun girl.” Ma’am, like if you don’t save my ass.  Finally Cadeja saw me and came to the rescue.  But that’s how night one ended.

IMG_5774On Saturday, we got up went to go eat at cookout, in which I was hoping to run into Woody McClain. 😦 LMAO, I was actually hoping to run into him anywhere in Atlanta. After we ate at cookout, we went to a bar and I had a beer, don’t remember what it was called, but I didn’t like it at all and you heathens who drink beer are absolutely disgusting.  After attempting to drink the beer, we headed to dance studio, Dance 411 for an Intro to Pole Dancing class! It was SO much fun and was a great workout.  We learned a couple movements and a routine.  After we left the pole dancing class and because it was St. Patty’s Day, we went Day Drinking at the annual Luckyfest at Park Tavern!! We had a lot of fun, met a lot of drunkards and even got drunk ourselves.  Leprechuan Piss will definitely get you to your level.  IMG_5783

After we went Day Drinking, we left to go to Lenox Mall.  It was crowded as usual, but we ended up leaving around 9:00pm, got back to our hotel around 9:30pm.  We were supposed to wake up at 10:30pm, but ended up sleeping until 11:30pm.  And when I tell y’all I would have been so content with staying sleep for the rest of the night, I would have been content going to sleep for the rest of the night.  However we got up and got dressed to go out.  We went back to the same spot we had went to the night before.  It was okay, I wasn’t drunk although I felt like I had a lot.  I guess I couldn’t get drunk anymore after had drinking earlier in the day.  Anywho, at some point, this guy comes up to me while we were sitting and having fun.  And LET ME TELL Y’ALL.  I could have SWORN, still believe that the man who came up to me was gay af.  He literally would not leave me alone and stop talking to me, but I was like fuck it whatever I’ll sit here and listen.  He asked me if I were single and I said yes.  He was like you’re fine and started going on a tangent.  My guy was telling me his whole life story and how he works 5 jobs (and he added that the women(???) in his past didn’t like the fact that he was always busy – and I was like well my nigga, why would I date someone that I never get to see?).  He started talking about how if we vibe then I could move to GA or he could move to TN.  He played football in college, blah blah blah.  I was really over especially after he started spitting when he talked.  Another thing that made me feel like he was gay is that he was like, “OMG, we can be Instagram besties.” He eventually gave me his number, but it most definitely will never get used.  I don’t have anything against gays by no means, it’s just very frustrating when someone doesn’t own their sexuality.  If you’re gay, embr


ace it.  Love who you are and love who you truly want to be with. Don’t conflict a situation by involving someone who may actually like you but at the end of the day, it’s not the sex you want to be with.  Anyway, we eventually got up and left because he was getting on my damn nerves and we met a group of Nigerians.  I ended up giving one my number, but my responses were pretty limited with him.  We were literally five feet away from the car before we got stopped by another heathen, LOL.  It was 3 in the morning and all I wanted to do was get in the bed.  All in all, the night was fun.

IMG_5811Sunday morning, we got up, by the Grace of God, and went to Sunday service at Ebenzer Baptist Church and went to the musuem that’s located directly across the street.  Now service was amazing.  The pastor that preacher was from a church in Philadelphia.  However, I was a little turned off from the church, when after service the Sr. Pastor at Ebenezer was literally begging for money.  He played a cute little video to show the reasoning behind the choosing of the aesthetics of the church.  Afterwards, he said, “This church was built 19 years ago and you know after you’ve been somewhere for 19 years, things need to be fixed up.” After that, it was like a bidding auction.  “Who can offer $5,000?” “Who can offer $3,000?” “Who can offer $1,000?” About 5 people got up and walked towards the front.  “Who can offer $500?” I don’t know it just rubbed me the wrong way.  Let people give what they can give and let them give it in private.  Don’t be a begger.  I eventually got up and walked out because I couldn’t take it anymore.  After church, we headed to World of Coca-Cola.

This was a really fun experience, except for that damn 4D shit.  I may just be dramatic and extra, in which, yes I will admit I am, but that shit was whipping me the hell back and forth.  I also did not know I would get splashed with some water and I be damned.  It wasn’t a lot, just very unexpectant.  It also made me want to work in Coca-Cola’s Corporate Offices and I began to look up jobs, lol.  They didn’t have any openings of my interest in HR, but I wouldn’t mind working for them.  We were in the downtown area, so a lot of businesses were around and the atmosphere was dope.  Which is why it made me be like, hmm… if I had a good paying job that allowed me to afford an apartment downtown, I would work and live in downtown ATL. But this is how I spent my birthday weekend! ❤

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