Green Guy's Jock Strap at Hand in Hand

Points to jock stap, laughs. (Salli would know that there is no difference between a jock strap and athletic cup.)

Note from Salli: Hey! I date athletes..of course I know what a jock strap is.

Hope your holiday was just as adventurous and awesome as ours!

Boo!

June

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Happy Halloween lovelies!

Salli and I are going to be hitting up the Highlands (surprise!). Maybe we'll see you around Hand in Hand, Dark Horse, Noche, Atkins, or Moes and Joes. Look for Salli's lack of proper bottoms and my wrongful holiday attire. 

Vodka tonics are the talkative-side-of-the-brains best friends. 

Happy Halloween!

June

Best Rebound Spot (On a Wednesday!)

Hooking up with a drummer from a internationally known touring band may be the best rebound hook up I’ve ever heard of. Also, Wednesdays at MJQ will be the best work out you’ll ever have, and it’s significantly cheaper than joining a gym.

Although Salli and I have been conducting very serious and accurate research regarding the male situations at various locations around Atlanta, we’re actually relatively newly single. We had been casually dating a couple of guys (that may or may not have been mentioned previously). Granted, both of our relationships only lasted a few minutes, but I considered us on the rebound. However, after dropping off the Drummer at his tour bus at 5:30AM (they were off to Nashville), I couldn’t help but energetically and enthusiastically do the ‘I win’ dance all the way home. I also couldn’t help the huge ass grin on my face. Ooo whee, he was gorgeous. And famous!* Salli and I have also decided that Wednesday nights are the best nights to go to MJQ. No cover, $2 PBR tall boys, and apparently band members. Grab a bottle of champagne, or drink of choice, and venture over the MJQ around 11:30ish. It’s prime time, and the place is jumpin’. Don’t worry about Thursday mornings…it’s all good.

Truly,

June

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It's Wednesday Night.

So, June and I were bored one day and decided to google the best singles places in Atlanta on Wednesday nights (why we were googling such a thing on a Wednesday is a whole other issue…we will address it one day I’m sure..).

We opted for Smith’s Olde Bar, a laid back and low-lit pub scene.  And upon arrival we encountered a very nice man who seemed harmless, and was very talkative with us.  He bought the 2 of us a drink or two, and was just such a refreshing person to talk to because we didn’t feel he had ulterior motives.  We decided we needed to call it a night before we drank too much to be able to drive, and as we were walking out of Smith’s, we were approached by a guy that I recognized from another bar.  What a small world.  Anywho, I was introduced to one of his friends, who was hott. Hott. Hott.  I was instantly attracted.  

We all hit it off, minus their 3^rd friend who was sadly the 5^th wheel. We ended up closing the bar down and were invited back to one of their apartments for a 3 a.m. rooftop hot tub adventure.  I had to be at work the next morning, unfortunately.  But, I mean, who passes up that adventure? Not us, FACT.  The night lasted well into the morning hours, but was surely a once in a lifetime experience.

Seizing the Carp,

Salli

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But alas. Calling it an early night is never is just that easy. Near the pool tables at Smith's, a guy recognized us, and stopped us. After a few blurry seconds, we realized that he was also sitting at the bar at Hudson Grille earlier that evening. (Hudson Grille: Brookhaven. Smith’s: Midtown. This was a huge coincidence that could not be passed up). They drank and we processed the booze already given to us until close. They invited us back to Ryan’s apartment. Both Salli and I had work in the morning, and it was Wednesday (Guys! It’s Wednesday…!). With minimal encouragement, we decided to go. It was one of those good bad decisions. Long story short: intentionally closed roof top hot tub, no bathing suits, case of beer, two girls, two guys…

Although some poorly endowed men still have the amazing ability to have and give amazing sex of all kinds…some just can’t. I don’t think I’ve ever been so disinterested during intercourse. (Is that awful to say? I’m sorry!)

Apologetic, mildly regretful,

June

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These are the days of our lives

Stoplight Creeper

Guy (trying violently to get my attention out of his window): Hi, I’m feeling kinky tonight… Do you know where there is a male strip club?

Me: No, I am new to Atlanta.  I am not really familiar with a lot of places yet!

Guy: Well, what about straight strip clubs?

Me: Umm…Clairmont Lounge is the only one I have even heard of?  Sorry!

Guy: Well, would you be willing to sell me your panties?

Me: NO! Sorry, I happen to like the underwear I’m wearing right now.

(June says I should have explored how much he was willing to pay, but I buy nice underwear for a reason, and you are not it Mr. Questionable Sexuality)

….Atlanta, you bring such entertainment to us on a moment to moment basis.

Loving our lives,

Salli

Hand in Hand

Hand in Hand is a medium sized, intimate bar located on prime real estate, right on the corner of Highland Ave and St. Charles Ave. It’s a modernized English pub, with an ideal patio. The patio’s filled with large picnic tables that could easily fit ten people, and beer barrel high tops. The inside is well constructed and laid out that allows for both easy and intimate conversations. The bar is located centrally, allowing you to sit on any of the four sides, depending on how central and social you’re feeling. AND the bartenders! The best you’ll find anywhere. 

The best part of Hand in Hand is that soon as you walk in, people are inviting you to chat. Just this first time we were here, we met two guys that had overlapping histories with both Salli and I- small world, eh? They were nice gents hittin' the sauce...hard. 


June


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