Showing posts with label bus. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bus. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 5, 2015

Brace Yourself Effie - Part One: The Tease

The big announcement I've been teasing is coming today in part two of this post at 5pm Eastern time. Let me go back to Monday and lead you to the scene of the reveal. We got up late because we started playing DC Universe Online again and I set my alarm for 12am not 12pm. Without my usual 2 hours to wake up fully, things began normally with the exception of attempting a force wake.



It had the potential for a good day, so it was easy to ready ourselves for our two-bus journey.

This is how we roll on the bus


We traveled through Buckhead, after crossing to the right side of the tracks, and enjoyed the new look that it took them years of construction to complete, with beautiful results.





After disembarking on Peachtree at Piedmont, we waited for the second leg of our journey to begin.


My other kitchen is a Porsche


The next part of the trip took us to Roswell road where we switched to suburban view. It's not a bad trip, and it brings us to one of our favorite places to shop, or even just browse, Phoenix and Dragon Bookstore.



This is where I leave you wondering how this plays into a big wedding announcement until part two at 5pm. Ain't I a stinker?


Friday, July 10, 2015

Back From There Again: A Schlep It Tale

Here is a glimpse into today's journey to retrieve the invitations from the clutches of the postpeople, and it's soundtrack.

Light summer bag for a heavy summer day



I wish I had my shadow's shirt



I like this seat for the foot room and the view
No shenanigans today :(




Midtown arrival
Right about here I have to pee


The blue awning beckons




Targets acquired


The bus was watching and judging me for having a smoke






Ride the peach, but never touch the glass


Appointment next to The Temple
So Jewish they didn't have to name it




20 minutes early to the paper shuffling
Time enough to finish watching this man sniff Jell-o


Minutes from journey's end
Looks like Scott's boss bought some pinwheels









Thursday, July 9, 2015

The news so big he forgot

WE BOOKED THE HONEYMOON

We will be whisked away on the majestic Megabus with 8 hours to our destination. That should be enough time to become embroiled in a chilling murder mystery/can't stop the bus thrill ride like in Dame Agatha Christie's Murder on the Orient Express. I should be able to unveil the killer by our arrival in...

New Orleans. Where we will stay at the fairly priced for a hotel we will just sleep in Best Western Plus Landmark French Quarter. There are so many things we want to do. Besides food, though, there are tons of attractions. Plus I love to go off the beaten path. Find out where the locals eat. If it's their home, invite ourselves over. A plantation must be seen, but I promise not to look at the naughty bits. A river boat would be fun, but no gambling. Perhaps there'll be another killing on the riverboat and I''ll gather clues by listening in the windows from the deck, like in Dame Agatha Christie's Death on the Nile.

Get ready for pictures, with lots in cemeteries. I'll have to upload my pics to one of those places people go to look at other people's pictures. I feel so old when I talk about the internet now. I think my 3 year old great-nephew just created an app.

Of course, what would New Orleans be if not a witchy city. I want to see Anne Rice's house, or the one from Witching Hour if she moved. Do you voodoo? Cuz voodoo they got. You can voodoo without being voodoo. You can get voodoo variety. Personally, I have attained a few snippets of hair that I've been itching to put to use.

Scott can already taste a Hurricane. Nights will be fun, but I hope we go to a variety of places, not just the gay bars that are beginning to look more and more like nurseries to me. It will be fun to see what the gay boys are out dancing to these days. Whether or not they are paying homage to their roots. I fear I'll grow weary of their ways. Good thing is, in New Orleans, if you don't like one bar, you can literally barrel roll into another. Plus there are those basement blues clubs, all closed in and intimate. I wonder if they're still all smoky?

Time to break out the New Orleans travel books I got when we started going 2 years ago. Good thing it will be after Halloween. It might be a good idea to take sweatpants. I just remembered the beignets.

Take a looksee at our hotel...