Hot-lanta, GA Baby! …and This is Where E’rybody’s At!

Good Monday morning, y’all. It’s the beginning of the week and we gotta get Joe brewing!

We slipped into the ATL and every single crew member has somebody here they wanna see. There are cousins, friends, acquaintances, and grandkids.

Big Bro, Big Sis, and Mini Me hooked up with a niece. Dr. Francois, Samantha Stevens and Stephanie have a cousin here, the Cmdr. & Mrs. McCroc’s daughter and P-Dawg live here too.

Then come to find out, Yoko Uno has more peeps. Yup, Special K and his wife, New York Sam live here too. I’m sitting next to Special K and the HB is giving him the side eye, like she’s seen dude before. Then she lays it on him, “So you say you hung out at the Bull Ring, huh? Do you know Barry?” She’s going deep. There’s no way that Special K knows any of the Riverside Obamas.

“Barry? You mean Barry-O? Shooooot, Barry and his brother Larry were both my college roommates at the Bull Ring!”

“Get outta town!” The HB said, no longer eyeing Special K with suspicion. Yup, small world. We sent a picture of Special K out to the Riverside White House and it was confirmed, Special K and Barry (and Larry) were indeed college roommates. Special K passed his background check and is now family.

Another coinky-dink: it turns out that Special K has been interested in the RV lifestyle for some time and has been doing some deep research on the subject. McCroc & the Professor told Special K to try to keep me out of his pockets, but not before I was able to whisper “Tiffin” in his ear. I offered to personally escort him to Red Bay when they’re ready for their brand new coach. I can feel it. I think he’s got the itch for a Phaeton.

The HB and I tried to hook up with The Boat & his bride, but they’re too busy with the Falcons, their exchange student and being new grandparents to hang out with us, but next year is still up for grabs.

We introduced most of the crew to my girl, Ursula. Ursula and I have known one another since the 7th grade, and I knew her late husband, Big Rick even longer. In the third grade, Ricky (that’s what we called him in the 70s) had a birthday/slumber party at his house and that was the first non-relative sleepover my mother allowed me to go to. At the same party was my boy, “Raul” who lives here too. Unfortunately, we missed him this year too, but we’ll catch up.

Ursula owns a restaurant, but she graciously cooked for the eight of us and we sat around a table of cheesy grits, bacon, chicken & waffles, pineapple bread pudding, not one, but TWO quiche pies and country potatoes. The food was delicious and the conversation was better. That is, until Dr. Francois tried to get Ursula to give him some childhood dirt on me. When will they ever learn? I was a saint. I mean, I’m STILL a saint!

Today is a travel day. Headed to Alabama.

Drink ‘em if you got ‘em!

One band, one sound.

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