I think way too much about partying.
Then I must be human, too. Weird.
Chad, please tell me that I'll see you at the Kitty Pryde show.
Austin, where are your manners? Surely your mother didn't teach you to be so sassy when you're being interviewed, especially by yourself.
For what it's worth and for me personally, the awkward song-and-dance that was, "Let's keep hanging out, but just so you know, I don't want to have sex with you," was definitely a part of the college courtship ritual -- one that I never wanted to deal with again, even in the totally forthright and perfectly reasonable manner that you've illustrated here. I was such a wuss, and I totally could have used a ton of your sage advice back then. <3
For now, can someone please point to where I said that I hated Asians?
Oh man, I leave Atlanta for one week and I come back to a comment war! Welcome back, indeed.
Someone needs to review their 1 to 10 scale: I've had great times and met interesting people at more upscale nightclubs, but my night at Gold Room just wasn't one of those times. That pic is of one of a handful of times when people on the floor -- so no, not in VIP -- didn't look as if they were bored out of their minds.
pstone: Texts to myself, but often disguised as texts to friends so that I can get away with it, kinda. CL has plenty of writers who have lived in Atlanta for far longer than I have, but the comparisons will also likely keep coming, as the South in itself was the fastest growing region in the U.S., of the past decade.
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