Since I have been in Buckhead several times over the past few weeks, readers may be getting the idea that I actually like the place. The key purpose of this post is to disabuse any recurring Propeller Skies readers of that notion. Tonight, I covered the opening of the world’s first sushi bar/annoyingly loud dance club located, of course, in Buckhead. Not sure who the fucking genius is who came up with that brilliant idea, but there is a high probability they possess a marketing degree from some overrated institution of higher learning like Georgia.

My major problem with Buckhead is not the annoying fake people with more plastic surgery than Michael Jackson and Cher combined, it is the crowds of thuguidos who hang out there. Thuguidos are pathetic wannabe thugs, who all think they are 50 Cent, but are unable to rhyme their way out of a wet paper bag. Like guidos, they are really just a bunch of bitch-ass pussies from the suburbs trying to represent. Unfortunately, their idea of representing usually includes busting caps in the asses of other thuguidos and any innocent bystanders who happen to be nearby.

The highlight of the night occurred when some hot blonde with a big rack was chatting me up. Like I would lower my standards to hook up or go on a date with someone I met at [1] a bourgeoisie bar, and [2] in Buckhead.

In conclusion, the DJ was wack. An Ipod on shuffle would have done a better job. And I hate sushi. If God had meant for us to eat raw fish, he would not have given us the deep fryer.