Our ongoing efforts to ignore the sordid reality all around us continue. Mr. Muscato and I are off on an all-too-rare weekend minibreak.
One of the Mister's legions of pals is having a birthday, and so this morning we jet off to the glamourous South for the festivities, which appear to have been planned with the care and precision of a royal wedding (with just a dash of Egyptian chaos thrown in). I'm purely along for the ride, although I did put my foot down and insist on staying in a proper hotel, as it's my experience that a passel of assorted Egyptian and international house guests, all flying in from heaven knows where, leads only to tears before bedtime (if bedtime ever arrives) over everything from hot water to sleeping arrangements, and I'm fussy that way.
I've driven through Atlanta, but never seen much of the city, and for the Mister this is all terra incognita. I don't know that between the first party, the brunch, the dinner, the second party, and the final breakfast, we'll have all that much time to sightsee, but I'll be disappointed if we don't manage some glimpse of MargaretMitchellLand or Aunt Pittypat's house or something like that. Unusually, I've done no looking into what's around at all - does any Gentle Reader have a (very) short list of must-sees? It's all too likely that all I'll see is a great many Egyptians in various stages of rowdiness, but one never knows.
But least I do know that we'll have a nice tranquil place to repair to soothe my shattered nerves. The one thing I know about Egyptian parties is that they're not quiet little affairs.
Wish me luck.
Is that the scenic elevator from The Towering Inferno I spy?
ReplyDeleteSure looks like it, but I believe it was a signature flourish of a local a hotel. Nonetheless, I'll let you know if I run into Jennifer Jones.
DeleteOdd, too, that they featured Tara, which never existed outside the sketches of William Cameron Menzies and a Hollywood back lot...
I never really cared for Atlanta even when my parents lived there. I hate to say it but it's just an Okay city. Places of interest should you have the time, Little Five Points area, Inman Park, East Atlanta and the Buckhead area. Have fun and enjoy.
ReplyDelete"There was a land of cavaliers and cotton fields called the old south. Here in this pretty world gallantry took its last bow. Here was the last ever to be seen of knights and their ladies fair. Of master and of slave. Look for it only in books, for it is no more than a dream remembered. A civilization gone with the wind. "
ReplyDeleteFiddle-dee-dee! Jx
Oh, sugar! I wish we could get together...Don't bother with the Margaret Mitchell house - she called it "The Dump" for a reason. The only Pitty Pat's is Pitty Pat's Porch. They used to make a mean mint julep...don't know if they still do. Treat yourself to Mary Mac's Tea Room if you get the chance. Stay away from the Varsity - it is decidedly bad for the heart. If you want to see an antebellum home try Bulloch Hall - it should be decked out for Christmas. Welcome to our fair city, and let me know if I can be of help! Safe travels to you and your beloved!
ReplyDeleteLoved the little bit we saw - and did experience one local apparent delicacy, in the form of fried pickles, but didn't get out nearly enough.
DeleteAnd Mary Mac's sounds enchanting. Next time!
I bow to Ms Merrill's and Dirty Pirate's in depth guidance. Atlanta is the only large Southern city I've never been to, so all I have to add is good luck and be sure to have grits with your breakfast.
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