Dirty south

Well, as I was searching through all of my fabulous pics, I realized I didn't write about visiting Q in the ATL! For shame! I must slap my wrist for that one...ouch!
So, my visit started with a little driving tour of downtown Atlanta. I was in Hotlanta at the end of Sept., and there were lots of displaced New Orleans residents throughout the city, due to Hurricane Katrina. Whilst taking in the sights, we saw the infamous crane from earlier in 2005, where some dude climbed to the top and camped out for a couple of days, after he had stabbed his girlfriend, or something like that:

Then we saw an even more somber site: an elderly pimp daddy! He was smooth with the ladies:

It reminded me of one of my favorite stories of all time...I will write about that later.
The weekend was spent hanging out with Q, her brother Brian, and his wife Leah. We had many laughs while dodging traffic in Mother Theresa's Mini-Cooper--who knew that baby cornered like it was on rails? We all saw our lives flash before our eyes when some redneck chick in a red pickup truck nearly squashed us on our way to some quaint little part of town on Saturday afternoon...I forget what part it was though. Brian was filled with road rage at this point, so he gave her the bird, only to get it back! I don't care what people say: Southerns are crazy!
By the time we made it to our destination, it was about 2:30p and we were starving. So we headed into this little restaurant, which Q said would be like Chammps or something similar, only to be told that they only serve brunch on Saturdays until dinner starts at 6p! Q and I were in no mood for eggs and pancakes and that crap, so we left the lovebirds and headed over to a tapas bar across the road and had a lovely spread of calamari, empañadas, chips and salsa, and such. We sat on a lovely little balcony...overlooking the garbage cans. But still, lovely.
That night consisted of taking a short nap once we returned home, then we all decided we were too tired to do anything but grab some dinner at Taco Mac--very similar to BW3, for my confused readers--and then go home and veg in front of the telly. The next AM, I had to pack up and head back to lovely MN...such a short trip!