Rainbows & Unicorns
Just got back from a pretty rockem sockem weekend down in "Hot-lanta", that's Atlanta for those not in the know. Saw one of Brions favorite bands "say hi to your mom" at a pretty kickin club called the Drunken Unicorn. We actually spent a long weekend just chillin out, hanging with some buddies of ours down there in one of those rice burner car clubs. Stayed at the ol' Amberley Suite Hotel which is actually in Norcross (where our buddies live), but that's basically the same as Atlanta it's so close. The first day we spent at some local car show-off event, but the next day was pretty cool, we actually did this awesome rock climbing gig which was a total rush, although Wiz slipped and nearly broke his ankle while rapelling at one point, but it was all good. The night of the show was hip happenin' baby, cool club, lotsa drinks, and some pretty hot hotties all around, after a rollicking time at the Unicorn we chatted with the band while they hung around and were finally ready to leave. Unfortunately we were all pretty smashzored and couldn't really drive anywhere, not to mention we had no more cash for a cab, so we called one of our sportz car homies to give us lift. It was a pretty tight fit with me, BrI Robot, and Wiz (Chuckles had to work in case you're missing him) and Sandy (he's the driver, and hispanic, that's why he has a funny name). You see his car was heavily modded with not just engine upgrades to make it whine like a lawnmower, but the requisite giant subs taking up most of the limited back seat he barely had to start with. Well after much finageling we finally got situated with Wiz in the back and Bry basically sitting on my lap in the passenger seat. About halfway back to the hotel Sandy gets a challenge at a redlight from a fellow road jocky and he decides to tear down the road at some ungodly speed weaving in and about the crazy Atlanta highways. Through the combination of a big sloppy breakfast, all the rockin' and drinkin' at the club and Bryins weight on my gut I lost it and spewed forth a rainbow stream of hurl (mostly out the window) that would make kids think it was time for lucky charms. At least the Sand Man was in the lead and most of my chunk hit his rivals windshield. Ahh good times, well, we'll be off to Protest time here soon so you may not get an update for awhile, but I'll try to check in here when I get the chance..later posers pEEze audi yoy!