This is why I love Atlanta.
This ain't no velvet Elvis
I was pub crawling for beer with the so-hot-she-causes-cars-to-crash Mrs. Abeerforbreakfast over the weekend and, I swear I’m telling the truth, the topic of conversation in not one, but two bars was: “What song would you listen to while committing a recreational murder.” I shit thee not.
A dancing server at the Vortex, “anything with a techno beat. Musical porno,” he said. He danced and made stabbing motions to the beat of the techno song that played in the background. Midly disturbing, highly entertaining. Went well with my delicious Tex melt.
Burgers, Beers & Babes Inside
A little later at the Porter Pub, I met Sean Scharbach.
Sean
A Quentin-esque character, who without hesitation said, “That’s easy” as if he’d been asked this before. “Dear God by XTC,” he said with unabashed enthusiasm. You can listen to it here, and I encourage you to do so.
The wildly hot, having-a-great-hair-day-Mrs. Abeerforbreakfast suggested a change of location and conversation subject matter. That’s when we witnessed this.
This is why I love Atlanta.
I needed
Cheers,
Jim
