After an emotional and somewhat endless 2009, I pondered who and what to end/begin the year with....how about the people who have picked me up from the lowest of lows, and been there for the highest of highs? Decision made. I've made my decision. With little convincing, I got the sibs plus Julia Gulia and hubby Kristoph from good ol' Nashville, Tennessee to bundle up like Randy from "A Christmas Story" to watch the Peach Drop downtown for New Years Eve!
Sis, bro and me :)
The night started off picturesque. We combined our efforts to cook a steak dinner (and by "we", clearly I mean Julie) after downing two bottles of champagne as an appetizer. I mean, what? It was sparkling cider, mom :). After taking our ipods for a spin, we bundled up in our most comfortable NYE outfits yet and got on MARTA for our final destination.....Underground Atlanta baby.
The NYE group...sans ktbug
Julia Gulia and myself
Gangsta. Isn't my brother so handsome???
Ok, here it goes. I have to do this, guys and gals. If you take anything away from this post, it should be this:
Do not ever, EVER, under any circumstances what so ever, go watch the Peach Drop downtown. EVER. Seriously. Ever.
I mean, thank the Lord above I was with fun people, because this was the most horrifying experience ever. EVEEEEEEER! Taking MARTA down was a breeze, but after we hit land it was a disaster. I felt like I was in The Running of the Bulls or something. Everyone was pushing and shoving like it was a friggin' Rage Against the Machine concert. No one was happy in underground Atlanta. NO. ONE. Let's put it this way, the Tennessee fans were the happiest people there. Yeah, you catch my drift? Good.
This doesn't show how insane in the membrane crowded it was...
...neither does this...
...or even this.
No one was smiling, or laughing, or hugging, or excited. They were all miserable. Just like we ended up being. Oh, and don't bring your kids to this, they will get trampled...or contract swine flu.
And let me just take a moment to tell you that I'm not a wuss at this stuff. I'm the one pushing for front row spots at concerts. I've sat in hours of traffic for a good show, or Christmas shopping, or drinks with the ladies, whatever. I can handle this stuff. But this was too much, even for me.
We finally found a spot where we could stand away from the crowd (so we thought) but still get a good pic of the event. Little did we know seconds later we would be pushed over.........and over...........and over...........and over again. Oh my gosh, it stresses me out just thinking about it ya'll. We all thought we were going to pull a Jerry Springer on the crowd, but the peach finally dropped. Yaaaaaaaay!
We're faking happy..the girl behind Julie mid-tears says it all
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Happy New Year!!!!
No. Get us the heck out of here, we want to go back to a warm home with an endless supply of food, booze and Wii sports!
Oh yeah I just remembered, it gets worse. Of course we get separated seconds after ringing in the new year. And on our way to MARTA in the Godzilla crowd, we get the ultimate downtown ATL experience. "BANG, BANG BANG!!!" "AHHHHHHHHHH!" Um, am I going to get shot tonight? Because that would really be the icing on top of a ridiculously gross cake. I QUIT UNDERGROUND ATLANTA TONIGHT!!
See the blood dripping down from this guys face? Yeah, it was intense folks.
Fortunately we all reunited at the Five Points MARTA station and began 2010 the perfect way - hugs all around thankful that we all didn't die that night. The ride back was a breeze and we all agreed that the night was so terribly awful that it was actually fun...weird how that happens? I guess what they say is true....it's not where you're at it's who you're with.
Upon our arrival back to the mothership, we quickly cracked open a beer, changed into our PJ's and played Wii sports until 3:00 a.m. Mission accomplished for a fantastic start to 2010 :). A big thank you to all participants in my ridiculous idea to go to Underground Atlanta for the Peach Drop. You were all amazing troupers and I love you!!
Now we are at the point in my mission where I tell you if this is bucket list worthy, right? Um, no. Just....no. You have been warned.
You Fail. But....
Yay for the sibs in the same state since 1999!!!! Success!
