Dollar Beers are the WD-40 of Sunday Funday

This was my first time at Hand in Hand and I knew that I would be back probably more often than I should. A fellow with two of his buddies asked us to loan them a dollar, and in exchange, they would purchase shots for Salli and I. I first thought it was a pick up line, and then tried to humorously negotiate with them (how about 50 cents?), but Salli, being the more forward and curious one, without hesitation gave them a dollar. It was a good deal. They joined our table, and we both liked them right off the bat. At this point, we were still used to the concept of meeting a ton of people while out. These guys seemed cool and of good quality, and they did approach in a forward, confident manner. It was refreshing. 

We invited them out to Park Tavern. During the summer, every Sunday evening, there’s free live music on the patio. Park Tavern is an upscale bar/ venue. The drinks are bit expensive, bottled beer started at $4, while well drinks started at $5. People were always fancy and dressed up, which was a nice change. In a cotton summer dress with airplanes on it, I felt a bit underdressed. (One of the guys had asked “Are those Frank Lloyd Wright airplanes on your ass?" classy.) 

and to you, goodday

June

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In Atlanta, there is an awesome little English Pub called Hand In Hand.  Their rendition of Sunday Funday consists of dollar PBRs and dollar fish tacos every week, all day.  I had no idea what I was getting myself into when I attended my first Sunday with my dear friend Coley.  It was a tame first Sunday, we had a couple beers and called it a night.  But the next week, June, Coley and I attended and we had not prepared ourselves for it—Sundays would never be the same again.  


Walking in the door, we were stopped by a group of very handsome guys who immediately struck up conversation.  I believe we came off a little unfriendly, but we were just so caught off guard by how easy it was to meet people, and we were only 3 minutes into our Sunday Funday.  We held a brief conversation with them and then found ourselves a table.  Shortly after, we were approached by a different group of guys.  Their approach was unconventional, as they needed just one more dollar for cigarettes, and they bribed us with shots.  Decently good looking and clearly outgoing, I was intrigued, but the other girls were apprehensive.  They extended the invitation to us for a really cool outdoor unplugged concert at Park Tavern that they were going to later that night.  We jumped at the opportunity to be entertained by them for a little longer, and going somewhere we had never been before was not to be passed up.  It was a fun concert, and we parted ways with the boys, with amorous pbr-fueled promises of future encounters.  But..looking onward..

Endorser of frivolity,

Salli

..have you met us?

The Screaming Trio in the Graveyard (later on that night)

Once at Graveyard, we quickly became enthralled with the large amounts of available frivolity. There were many many fine options of gentlemen, such an array of people. You had your punk rockers, yuppies, death metalers among other combinations. We ended up meeting three young men (really—they seemed young), Cobb, Sticks and Nietzsche. All friends who worked at Army Surplus Store (they promised us free pepper spray), and two of which were in a screamo death metal band. They were the kind of people that were really into philosophy but only on the surface (“wow man, we’re all just dust in the wind”), constantly misinterpreting the philosophers that everybody always misrepresents. Overall, it was a fun night. I particularly enjoyed the hearse parked out front.


One discovery at a time,
June 

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Yet another great night, after a splendid and tongue-tied Carlos encounter, June and I, along with another friend, went to a bar called Graveyard.  We met a multitude of guys that night that were attractive and friendly.  As the night was winding down, we were approached by a group of guys who seemed interesting.  Nietzsche, Cobb, and Sticks were self-proclaimed screamy rockers with a cool style, but a little too young for my tastes.  They were fun to talk to, but philosophers they were not.  This being our first real late night adventure in Atlanta, June and I decided to call it a night at a reasonable 5 in the morning.  We should have known then that our social life together would be nothing short of adventurous. 

Atlanta is the south's New York--a bustling city with an awesome social scene for every personality, and we're keeping our minds open...




Wide eyed and Opportunistic,


Salli

Jesus at the Graveyard

Salli, as a regular to El Azteca, left her very cute, tattooed Hispanic waiter a note, informing him of his cuteness. About a month later, we were margaritaing with a mutual friend, and our lovely waiter, Carlos asked Salli if he knew us, as he had recognized her from her previous visit.  We struck up conversation regarding the best bars and clubs to go to around town. Both Salli and I were new to this big city, and this was our official first time to paint the town lipstick red. Salli had just quit her job, and I was about to start my new job later that week. We had no reason to be up on Saturday morning, which we learned, is the best time for margaritas. Javier told us about Atlanta’s apparent number one singles bar, Graveyard as well as El Bar, located beneath El Azteca. Javier suspected that he himself would end up at Graveyard, so naturally we would venture out to East Atlanta with the hopes of catching our lovely margarita-serving tattoo artist. 


Tattoo-oh-hello
June
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The first time I made the trip to Atlanta by myself, with the prospect of living here, I visited this great little Mexican restaurant in a neat area of town.  Normally, frozen strawberry margaritas are the only thing on my mind while frequenting cantinas.  However, this particular day, a certain waiter caught my eye.  Tattoos and shaggy hair, with skinny jeans and a lanky but muscular physique—he was very cute.  So I told him.  NO GUTS, NO GLORY, right?  And if Carlos was interested in taking a little trip south of the border, I was totally game. 

Aaaaannywho… I am generally the ballsy one of my friends, and I enjoy putting myself out there almost any chance I get.  If nothing else, you get an entertaining story to share.  So far in Atlanta we have been refreshed with similarly aggressive guys.  Coming from a college town where guys were too cool for themselves, it is refreshing to be approached by suitors, and decent ones at that.  June and I have outlined a hand full of places where we have never walked away without meeting some really interesting people who were very worthy of our time, at least for the night.

Yours affectionately, Atlanta,

Salli