Propeller Skies

Every now and again, recurring Propeller Skies characters Lisa, Kara, and I have lunch at Garrison’s. Although the food is not so bad, the service is unbelievably slow. The last time we visited, half an hour elapsed between the waiter bringing the check and finally returning with our credit cards. This was after it took him half an hour to take our order. I do not recommend Garrison’s, except for the idle rich or unemployed who have plenty of spare time.

Satan’s Whiskers is a long forgotten semi-sweet digestif made with gin, Italian and French vermouth, Grand Marnier, and orange bitters. Good luck finding orange bitters. However, I will provide a hint for aspiring mixologists - Fee Brothers.

Satan’s Whiskers is an excellent smooth cocktail ideal for sipping after a large meal. For example, this drink provides a nice counterpoint to all the tomato and cheese goodness of Nancy’s zesty deep dish pizza.

Based on a tip from Devon Suter in his post about mighty tasty pizza, I ordered a deep dish pie from Nancy’s Pizzeria. Devon is the man. Nancy’s pepperoni pizza is fucking superlative. Without a doubt, this is the best Chicago style pizza I have ever had. Nancy’s Pizzeria is my new favorite pizza joint, knocking Fellini’s out of the number one spot.

Dear people from Alabama,

Please learn to [1] spell and [2] use English properly. I realize that you are the victims of a substandard educational system and endemic poverty, but I am getting mighty sick of translating your comments into English from Country. I do appreciate your comments and I thank you for your prompt attention to this matter.

People from Alabama who do speak English as a first language, please disregard this public service announcement.

I thought the once proud Texas A&M football program could not do worse than barely beating Baylor in overtime. I thought wrong. This week, Dennis Franchione has brought the team to a new low. Texas A&M was soundly defeated by Colorado, a school so pathetic the coach allegedly used alcohol fueled sex parties to lure recruits.

dinner at surin

Saturday evening, I met Recurring Propeller Skies character The Professor* at Surin for dinner. Surin serves the best coconut soup in Atlanta - Strip City, so I ordered a bowl with shrimp. As usual, the soup was superlative. For an entree I had the spicy seafood, which was most excellent albeit not as hot as I expected. I highly recommend Surin.

party at the institution

Next we headed to a loft party. The party was slammin’ and packed with interesting characters. Highlights of the party included a smokin’ blonde foreign chick and a person of ambiguous gender. Based on my conversation with the person of ambiguous gender, I now have a new purpose in life. I want to be a judge at the Cannabis Cup. Although this was a fun party with some vertically challenged folks, there were no actual midgets in attendance. Excessive Bluntster out, yo.

[While researching this story, Smoove D came across the Cannabis Cup Name Generator. Have fun - Ed.]

puking at the local

Finally, The Professor and I found ourselves at The Local. We wandered in and grabbed the only table available, which happened to seat about eight. Soon some guy from Atlanta - Strip City and a bunch of his boys from Massachusetts - The Lightweight State showed up. We graciously offered to share our table. Roughly half an hour later, one of them started puking all over the floor. Fortuitously, The Professor spotted some friends at the bar so we went and kicked it with them. Another, barf free, table opened up and I found myself discussing breast enlargement surgery with The Professor and three hotties. Eventually, the hotties headed over to MJQ and The Professor and I headed back to our respective cribs. Like a retard, I neglected to get the number of the blonde hottie, because the Pabst Blue Ribbon slowed my synapses and it took me too long to realize I dug her. I recommend The Local.

notes:

* Not The Professor in The Woggles.

Friday night I paid a visit to The Earl for the second time this week to see Tiger! Tiger!, one of my favorite bands. The show was untouchable. From the moment they stepped on stage, the band was on fire. Because Tiger! Tiger! is hotter than a Cleveland Steamer, I highly recommend that all five Propeller skies readers catch this band.

I get my advice from the advertising world
Treat me nice says the party girl
– The Clash

The City of Atlanta is the latest recipient of the coveted Propeller Skies Fucktard of the Week™ Award. The latest genius idea the city has come up with is branding Atlanta. This is just about the dumbest fucking thing I have ever heard. It is also a waste of taxpayer dollars that could be better spent, say, fixing the antiquated sewer system.

Although Grouchy Old Cripple has beat me to the commentary, I humbly submit my idea for the branding of Atlanta. Wait for it… Atlanta - Strip City. Thanks to the spectacular waste of taxpayer dollars known as The Gold Club debacle and the emergence of Crunk on the national hip hop scene, everyone already knows Atlanta is full of strip clubs. Atlanta - Strip City will serve to reinforce Atlanta’s one redeeming feature in the mind of an ADD nation. Additionally, this slogan is a fucking brilliant double entendre. Pay a visit to my cracka J. Mack Robinson’s site to see what I mean.

This cartoon about getting engaged totally warms my frozen heart, which is colder than Buffalo in January. For those Prizzo Skeezy readers lucky enough to have never been in the B-Lo in January, it is seriously fucking cold. It is so cold that the weather person does not use negative numbers when reporting the temperature. Because negative numbers just are not small enough, the weather person has to bust out imaginary numbers. Really. It is that cold. I am totally signing up for a certain internet dating service that advertises more marriages per match than any other online dating service.

Just kidding.

Fourteen straight division titles and exactly one World Series Championship have been won by the Atlanta Braves. Last night at turner field, I watched the Houston Astros shell the Braves, 10 to 5 in the division series opener. This is disturbing, because the Astros were not a team built on offense. Houston ranked 11th in the National League in runs during the regular season. Based on the first game of the division series, the Braves will choke this year, too.