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Last weekend, The Man Who Lives in the House and I decided to drive to MicroCenter in Marietta.
We got horribly, horribly lost. Nobody could seem to tell us an easy way to get the Powers Ferry from Cobb Parkway and Windy Hill (answer: turn left on Windy Hill and drive ONE FUCKING BLOCK). But we did end up at one of my favorite Atlanta-area landmarks, the Big Chicken.
We got horribly, horribly lost. Nobody could seem to tell us an easy way to get the Powers Ferry from Cobb Parkway and Windy Hill (answer: turn left on Windy Hill and drive ONE FUCKING BLOCK). But we did end up at one of my favorite Atlanta-area landmarks, the Big Chicken.
posted by itgirl at 12:03 PM
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My favorite story about Marietta is that I was taking bartending classes in a strip mall right off the highway. I'd had a really, really bad day, and arrived like an hour early because there were multiple accidents and fatalities and I didn't want to go home first just to leave 5 minutes later to go to class. So, I decide to go to the bar for margaritas that was in the same strip as my class.
I walk in, and was immediately engulfed by red and blue. It took me halfway through 1 margarita before I realized the colors were in the shape of BUFFALOS (BUFFALOES??)
I am from NY and, when I realized I had accidentally stumbled into the only Atlanta, GA-based Bills bar (being a huge Bills fan, and not having been able to find anywhere I could watch the game), it was destiny. It completed me. Then I got shitfaced and went to my bartending class.
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