where everybody knows your name

all- please ask greenwood about his most recent visit to atkins park. this is of course the same bar in the highlands that we visited on chris's birthday and in which he infuriated the waitress by demanding two drinks at once, only to promptly pass out right after billy whips out a benjamin and before said waitress actually arrives with the second drink for his double fisted repetoire. he then proceeds to make like a burst sewer pipe and is applauded by some dude at an adjacent table. this my friends was all in his first trip. his most recent trip to this reknowned watering hole i shall not usurp the pleasure of recounting. suffice to say, it involved falcons football, the giving away of bens seat as a peace offering to a random gaggle of females, and the phrase "nobody's talking to you like that bitch," followed by a deluge of beer upon the aforementioned 'bitch', followed by a personal escort from the premises. dawson and i of course stayed until the game was over, before dawson rolled home down the hill, careening violently into several cars along the way. luckily for greenwood, his neighbors in his new digs are not yet aware of these extracurricular activities, though i am sure they would approve wholeheartedly. until next time, you stay classy atlanta.