Saturday Night in Atlanta…

I am so glad my brother dragged me out here, rescuing me from the clutches of a brutal Los Angeles winter. It was so cold friday night it actually SNOWED in Malibu. That’s not right. So I arrive in ATL at 7PM sweating in my bomber jacket. Sweet! Took Gary out for his last night of freedom, with some help from our friend George who happened to be in town on business. It was great, we ate caribbean food, then went clubbing, winding up an early night at a strip club called Cheetah that is very different from Cheetah’s in LA. It was almost more like a nudist colony, there were so many nude women standing around, it wasn’t even titillating.

If they’d been shaking it more, or if there had at least been a pole, that would have been more exciting. A strip club without a pole is like a Ducati with stock pipes. Boring. George met some soap opera star who comes to Atlanta to moonlight as a stripper, and I fell in love with the little pro shop. Right by the door, there’s a shop that sells all the gear a dancer could need, just like the pro shops at ice rinks of my childhood. I couldn’t help but feel nostalgic, in that little room filled with spandex and special purpose footwear. Sigh. Lots of sportbikers here, making me really want to be sure I have a bike with me when I come back in April.

Sleep Inn kicks ass! Freeeeee wifi and dsl, and fast too! Too bad it’s in a boring part of town. In other news…I spent the last two nights on my fabulous new bed, and wow. It was so comfy I just lay there soaking it in, not sleeping very deeply because it felt so good, I wanted to be conscious of it. Yet I woke up easily. Can’t wait to get home and test it some more. Vale likes it too, I don’t kick him out of his favorite corner anymore.