Propeller Skies

Upon arriving at the bamboo pagoda Friday evening, The Beaver, The Dog, The Rabbit and I chilled with several recurring Propeller Skies characters. While hanging out, I drank a few more glasses of wine. Eventually everyone headed out onto the deck, which Katt had transformed into a fantastic Asian themed dining area, for dinner.

During the meal, I sat next to Mrs. Robinson, who was wearing a revealing outfit. Being somewhat inebriated, I took it upon myself to drop various and sundry nearby objects into her ample cleavage. Soon, dinner was served and much to the relief of Mrs. Robinson, I turned my attention to eating.

After dinner, we headed back inside and continued drinking heavily to appease the spirits of the new year. At midnight, everyone followed tradition and toasted the new year with champagne. Although this was an excellent party, The Beaver, The Dog, The Rabbit and I departed and headed to another party thrown by recurring Propeller Skies character Kara.

To get an early start on resolution number two, I went out drinking with friends Friday evening. I started the night at recurring Propeller Skies character The Beaver’s place, where I stopped in for an aperitif. After I arrived, she announced she was going to the store to pick up some ‘hos. When hookers are picked up at the beginning instead of the end, the night will certainly be debaucherous.

Soon The Dog and The Rabbit arrived and The Beaver returned sans ‘hos. Disappointed, I drank most of a bottle of Carmenere. Finally, we drank a bottle of champagne, and headed to the next party.

Saturday night, I ventured outside the perimeter (OTP) to attend a holiday party put on by my friend Angela. At the beginning of my journey I dropped into Mac’s, the best transit oriented liquor store in Atlanta, and picked up a fifth of Kentucky Straight Bourbon Whiskey. I figured I would be needing it to endure the myriad horrors of a trip OTP.

The highlight of the evening occurred when Charlie and I, fueled by Sweetwater 420 and Kentucky Straight Bourbon Whisky, respectively, decided to throw tangerines at cars passing by on a certain state route. Fortunately for the people in the cars, we were too far away drunk to hit anything.

Despite being OTP, the party was decent. As a function of being OTP, it was packed with MILFs. However, I did not bother getting any numbers, since they all lived in bungfuck Alpharetta. Unexpectedly, enough drama to provide an entire season worth of material for a WB series had gone down by the end of the night.

Saturday afternoon, I stopped by Steve’s for his Portuguese Half-Life Birthday Party* with recurring Propeller Skies characters Stacia and Kara. Most of the revelers were folks I work with at The Day Job™, but only the cool people. Well, except for Leah.

By the way, Steve is the best cook ever. For this party he smoked three pork shoulders in a Big Green Egg®** and they came out excellent. There is nothing better than drinking a several Rolling Rocks and eating tasty meat on a summer day with friends.

notes:

* Don’t ask.
** See previous note.

After a hard day of sailing on Lake Claire, there is nothing like kicking back at the Euclid Avenue Yacht Club and swilling down some $2 glasses of PBR. This Friday’s happy hour event was in honor of Andy, who is leaving Atlanta and moving to Ohio.

As we were leaving the office and travel arrangements were being made, Tim and I thought we would be smart and carpool to take advantage of the HOV system. Unfortunately, the HOV lane is just another devious scam perpetuated by the lazy dumbasses at Georgia DOT to excuse them from doing real work. Like building some damn roads, for example.

Despite taking an hour to travel roughly fifteen miles, we were among the first to arrive at the Yacht Club. As other revelers rolled in, we ordered beers and took full advantage of the people watching opportunity afforded by the large plate glass window (read: we enjoying the eye-candy strolling by). Good times.

After chatting with friends and colleagues for a while, I started to get hungry. As I had not eaten at the Yacht Club before, I waited to see what other people thought of the food. Eventually, Tim and recurring Propeller Skies character Tracy ordered pork burritos. I lost all respect for Tracy when she ate her burrito with a knife and fork. Both of them enjoyed the burritos. However, I decided to take a chance and order a cheap burger. The burger turned out to be somewhat tasty. Certainly far better than McDonalds® but nowhere near the same level as The Vortex or Hand in Hand.

The Yacht Club has a great atmosphere, decent food, and, most importantly, plenty of cheap beer. I highly recommend it.

After shooting about 400 photos at Drift Atlanta, I was in dire need of an ice cold beer or ten. Luckily, Courtney and Lara (who I met through the Jaycees) were throwing a housewarming party Saturday evening. There was plenty of beer and several hotties at the party. Unfortunately, the men outnumbered the women by about three to one. However, I still had an excellent time and ended up staying until three in the morning.

Special thanks to Chrissa for being the best damn beer opener in Metro Atlanta.

Saturday night, recurring Propeller Skies character Katt threw a going away bash for my friend Jeff, who is moving to San Francisco. The party was great, with too many recurring Propeller Skies characters to list and plenty of delinquency. Future parties just are not going to be the same without Jeff.

Last night, I attended the 2004 Full Moon Brew Fest at my friend Geoff’s house in East Atlanta. The party featured several varieties of home brew, as well as live music provided by Suspicious Package and Groupie. As I drove up to the party, I was met by my friends Dawnmarie, Trey, and recurring Propeller Skies character Stacia. I promptly ditched them when Some Dude mentioned homebrew was inside the house.

The home brew was excellent and I was particularly fond of the American Pale Ale, brewed by Some Dude*. Fortuitously, a keg of Sweetwater 420 was available on the front porch. A patented Smoove D Pale Ale Tasting was conducted. Some Dude’s Pale Ale has knocked Sweetwater out of second place in the Smoove D beer pantheon. In addition, Some Dude contributed a keg of American Brown Ale that was good, but not spectacular like the pale ale. Some Other Dude brought a keg of Red Ale, which was also good and a keg of Heffweizen. I did not sample the Heffweizen, because:

1. I do not care for it; and
2. It is difficult to spell**.

In addition to beer and music, the party also featured several beautiful babies. Unfortunately, I cannot remember any of their names either. Overall, it was a great party that drew an eclectic crowd from as far away as Cumming (which is so far OTP it might as well be in North Carolina).

notes:

* A risk of brewing up good beer is consumers drink too much of it and forget your name.
** Even Word is unable to spell it.

Shaun and Janet, friends of mine, threw a house party Saturday evening that I dropped in on before moseying over to the Park Tavern. At least 80 people showed up and I knocked back a few Sierra Nevadas while chilling with several friends I had not seen in a while. A big shout-out goes out to recurring Propeller Skies character The Professor, who actually managed to show up to an event for once.

Deidre and recurring Propeller Skies character The Beaver organized a cocktail hour and birthday dinner for my good friend Smoove B. I stopped by Deidre’s apartment complex for the cocktail hour and it took me three quarters of a beer to find my way from the parking garage to her apartment. When I arrived, Smoove B was already there, chillin’ like Bob Dylan. After several drinks and some good conversation, most of the crew moved across the street to Brio. Unfortunately, The Man was keeping me down and I had to go cover an Art Party.