Propeller Skies

In the spirit of Thanksgiving, this post will not be focusing on the Aggies’ fifth straight loss to TU that occurred last Friday. Or Dennis Franchione’s inability to make adjustments to a suddenly porous offensive line late in the game.

Instead, I am thankful for a winning season, as opposed to last year’s train wreck. I am also thankful that the Aggies played well this year, with one notable exception (hint: it starts with a “b”, ends with an “r” and has “aylo” in the middle). It was exciting to watch them win six in a row, after opening the season with a loss to a surprisingly good Utah team.

Even though they failed to beat TU, or Oklahoma, I look forward to seeing what next year brings. Of course, anything less than total Big XII domination and a chance to play for the national championship will be complained about bitterly.

Last week, I attended the Wednesday Night Drinking Club (WNDC) at Loca Luna. Because The Man was keeping me down, I arrived rather late and the party was already in full swing.

I enjoy covering WNDC events because, unlike certain other events, I almost always have a great time. The best, and most important, thing about WNDC events is they always bring loads of friendly hotties. This event was no exception, as the place was packed with beautiful babies. Usually I get a few numbers, but this time I was on hiatus since I spent all my loot fixing up my ghetto sled. However, I am sure they were all a bunch of sack chasers anyway because Atlanta is a mining town.

I ran into several people I know, but no recurring Propeller Skies characters were spotted. Loca Luna was a great venue for this event, as it is large enough to handle the huge crowds that the WNDC attracts. Additionally, it is conveniently located in Midtown and there is plenty of parking available. This was a good event and I recommend the WNDC.

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PHOTO: Random revelers attending Wednesday Night Drinking Club at Loca Luna. November 17, 2004. Courtesy of d.2263 Photographics. View more Wednesday Night Drinking Club at Loca Luna photos.

This one is courtesy of Scott-San at kamikaze lunchbreak. Even though I live here, this pretty much says it all.

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Saturday evening, I attended the Virjin Jorj Launch Party at the East Side Lounge. Soon after I arrived, a fine-ass hottie strolled in and started hanging out. Recurring Propeller Skies character Big A suggested that I chat with her. I ignored Big A’s suggestion, since I was broke anyway and moseyed on downstairs to get another beer.

Eventually, the fine-ass hottie wandered over and I was stuck making conversation with her since there was no one else around. I came to find out that she lived in Alpharetta, which is so damn far OTP it might as well be in Ohio. Seriously, Alpharetta is so fucking far from Atlanta that it could use an airport of its own. This hottie was fine and all, but I would not drive to Alpharetta even if I had the chance to hit Anna Kournikova.

I excused myself to get another beer, since there was no point in wasting time talking to anyone that lives closer to Canada than Atlanta. Later on, Big A informed me that the aforementioned hottie thought Virginia Beach was in North Carolina. No wonder she lives way the fuck out in Alpharetta, she probably thought it WAS Atlanta.

In conclusion, the launch party was a blast. Additionally, the East Side Lounge is a great place to get loaded, as they usually have a decent beer special.

Friday evening, I had the misfortune of attending Nourishment IV. The event was conveniently held at the consistently overrated and pretentious eleven50. Words are inadequate to express the profound lameness of that club. Words are also insufficient to express the intense monotony of this event.

Look people, it really is not that fucking hard to put on a decent event. First, bring the motherfucking hotties, and lots of them. Second, hire a damn DJ that knows what the fuck they are doing. There is plenty of talent around, it’s not like we are living in Macon. Third, and most importantly, provide free booze for any media people covering the event.

A big Propeller Skies thank you goes out to Dennis Franchione and the Aggies for beating Texas Tech last Saturday. Unfortunately, that is something we have not seen a whole lot of in the recent past.

Wednesday night, I was hanging out OTP at Goldfish. Under normal circumstances, I would rather die than be caught OTP. However, we were throwing a going away soiree for a colleague and Goldfish was convenient.

After three so-called Finlandia Martinis, which were essentially glasses of chilled vodka with a twist, I was able to authoritatively state that Absolut Raspberri (AR) tastes like a barnyard. I know that AR tastes like ass because the AR marketing floozies were smokin’ hot. They were so damn hot that I almost retired to the restroom to rub one out. As we know from this previous post, the tastiness of a given beverage is inversely proportional to the hotness quotient of the marketing floozies. Therefore, it logically follows that AR is so disgusting my Swedish ancestors are spinning in their graves.

After three glasses of vodka, we decided to eat. Conveniently, Goldfish had a happy hour special involving fish, so we all ordered various types of fish. I had the Atlantic salmon, which was mighty tasty. As a side, I ordered macaroni and cheese, which was also fantastic. I recommend Goldfish, as the food is good. However, the place is full of geriatric motherfuckers, which is not surprising because the restaurant is OTP after all.

Friday evening, I attended the GalleryZero Art Party with recurring Propeller Skies characters Stacia and Kara. As we were getting off the elevator, I ran into recurring Propeller Skies character Lisa and some of her friends. After saying hello, Lisa stated that the party was a drag and they were leaving. Apparently, Stacia and Kara felt the same way, as they left within ten minutes.

I thought this was a decent event with good attendance. However, people did have a tendency to hang out with the group of friends they came with and not mingle very much. As I was busy photographing, I ignored most of the art. Several people did purchase pieces, which I noticed as I was waiting for the elevator on the way out.

While at the event, I met up with recurring Propeller Skies character John. We chilled for a bit and scoped out the hotties, eventually deciding to head over to Twisted Taco.

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PHOTO: Random revelers attending the GalleryZero Art Party at Atlantic Center Plaza in Midtown, Atlanta, GA. November 5, 2004. Courtesy of d.2263 Photographics. View more GalleryZero Art Party photos.