What an amusing day. We’re still in Atlanta, of course; we got up around 9, showered, rolled out. We went to Underground Atlanta, a sort of underground mall kind of place with some shops and small exhibits and restaurants. Ate at Mick’s. Food was good, service was decent, prices were okay, entire staff was black. I’m not saying there’s anything WRONG with that, but it was kinda strange to see a place that was ENTIRELY staffed by African-Americans. It was affirmative action gone amuck! Somehow it kinda turned me on.

HW with her true love. He’s HUGE.

After that, we went through “World of Coca Cola,” or “Coke World,” or “House of Overpriced Marketing Gimmicks,” or something like that. $7 to be subjected to 90 minutes of “Drink Coke! It’s delicious AND refreshing! And heals the hiv! And it took this boil right off my ass!” I rather enjoyed the video of “Coke Commercials Over the Years,” including the “I’d Like to Buy the World a Coke” commercial, and the “77% Less Cocaine!” marketing campaign from the early 30s. But I fail to understand how they can charge money to see all that mess, even with the free samples at the end, and still expect to get into heaven after they die. Of course, this didn’t stop us from buying a Coke shot-glass and bottle opener, and taking hot pictures of Hearnwife with the massive Coke Polar Bear. We’re such suckers for capitalism.

After that, we headed back to Danielle and John’s apartment, sat around, and then went to Mellow Mushroom for dinner. Delicious pizza, although I had a “Lo-carb Cheese-Steak” (no bun). Those of you who bother to click that link will probably notice the odd similarity to Homestar Runner; I’m pretty sure the same group of guys does each website. I always wondered how they paid the bills.

Right now, we’re hanging around, drinking beer, watching Danielle get highly retarded. Good times. Tomorrow: Atlanta Zoo, drive back up towards Charlotte. BTW: I’m taking pictures all over the place, and intend to gather them together into a loverly photo essay in which I will make fun of Southerners.