jake- here's my best summary of the evening:
i roll up to t0ne's and cardo's place in the ghetto around 7. i avail myself to ice and fake coke (special k?) to mix with my vodka. i believe the only other mixer there was water. weak. souldaddy is lost. apparently, mapquest doesn't want white people to go to north ave, so it automatically sends them to the other north ave south of the aiport. i remark that mapquest probably assumes that no black people actually have computers, and no sane white person would ever go to north ave. t0ne agrees. i continue to drink. souldaddy shows up. he looks remarkably like bruce willis. mmbt0ne has some class or something during the summer and was going to do homework. we haze him into taking us to an awesome bbq place that diablo recommends.
i forget the name, fatty macs or something along those lines. we get lost going there; it's near emory. very crowded, we order. lady behind the counter wouldn't sell me beer.
we eat, talk about 2p2, i get another pork sandwhich. we leave, go to some ice cream place (had to go to a second one, as we couldn't park at the first one). eat ice cream quickly, leave, return to the ghetto.
souldaddy probably doesn't want to be in the ghetto at night and quickly departs. i want to continue to drink so i go inside with cardo and t0ne. t0ne retreats to his room. i am not sure what he does in there. i drink and talk some poker with cardo. just so everyone knows, cardo is a losing poker player (ok, maybe breakeven) but is a professional rakeback whore. he makes it apparent that it's time to go, so despite my drunken state i go home. t0ne doesn't come out of his room even though i shout at him. lame.
as you can see jake, monday evenings in atlanta = lame.