I's in Atlanta! Or, as I call it (in my head only) Tlanta. I'm not sure why my brain decided to call it that. It's more fun. Try it. Go on: Tlanta. Not many English words use the letters T and L in juxtaposition that way. Well. I guess there is "battle" and "nettle" and... "wattle" (as in wattle and daub) but they're not quite the same, are they. No. They're not.
Why am I in Tlanta? Ah, yes, those of you with longer memories will remember that a few weeks ago I mentioned that I had to venture to this great city to take an English test. Well, tomorrow is the day!
I am joined in my adventure of insanity by a fellow student (who, sadly, does not have a blog I can link to). We hit the road in mediocre spirits this late morning and drove drove drove. Along the way, we:
1. Came across some really rude people at a Panera outside Charlotte
2. Drove through a monster storm
3. Pulled over for refuge from the storm into an "Adult Entertainment" type store's parking lot.
4.
Okay, that was really all that happened, which, in the end, is a good thing. Uneventful cartrips are good when you actually need to arrive at your destination relatively unscathed and on time.
We met up with another fellow student (and alas, another non-blogger) who has been chillin' in Tlanta while she studies. We went to Eclipse di Luna for a dinner of tapas and sangria. It was PHENOMENAL. I highly recommend it to future (and current!) visitors to Atlanta. Mmm-mmm-mmm. Tapas and sangria. Definitely worth the 5.5 hour drive.
As for the test? Blah-blah-blah. Test-test-test. We'll take it, then we'll be done. We'll most likely pass and then get to drive back up to home sweet home.
Where I fully intend to start messin' with some wattle and daub.
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