Charlotte was alas, a brief blip on the tour. I had a quick lunch at Gus’ Sir Beef with Duncan and realized I wouldn’t have enough time to visit Dawn. Oh well…Christmas again…
After Charlotte, I continued farther and farther south on I-85 (after stopping in Gastonia for some really cheap cigarettes), past “the peach” in Gaffney, through miles of road construction around Greenville and Spartanburg, and onward to Georgia to meet Tony and Dan.
Atlanta has always seemed like a bit of an adopted home for me. I’ve been visiting since I was about five years old, and I’ve always been fascinated by the place. This was also the first place I “roadtripped” to in college, as well as a pivotal point in an early non-relationship for me. Suffice to say, Atlanta and I have history, and it wouldn’t surprise me if I ended up living here at some point. It’s such a self-consciously southern place, despite its urbanity; I can’t decide if this is a good thing or not..
The host for my Atlanta gig was Tony (as well as his betrothed, Dan, and their cat…who fetches…). It is a good thing to stay with someone who’s about to move into a house at the corner of Hollywood and Vine. That’s Decatur, not Los Angeles, incidentally. Tony is also a former SF resident, so we had things to talk about.
Tuesday night brought sleep.