Maroon 5 in Atlanta. SOLD OUT.... or Ponce can be scarey. So, I've been pimping Maroon5 to my friends and web site traffic for about a year. I describe them as "Train with a Funk". Who would think a band I found online would sell out? Fresh out of the cab, AK and I empty out in front of the CottonClub, downtown, and empty into a sea of, ticketless, hot girls. This is where we learn... the show is sold out. (BTW, compare this blog to AK/adam's own version of this journey here.) Bobbing for Tickets After tipping the street performer a buck, denying I was "famous" to someone and deciding to walk up town, several "far too young" hot chicks ask me if there's *anything* they can *do* to get tickets. Hehe... I pointed to the tour bus. They bang on the bus. Lucky sods. Guess there's merit in being a rockstar. DEAD IN DOWNTOWN So, plans to see a rockshow before Maroon5 became too big and overplayed... officially crashed. Never noticed before... but there's NOTHING to do downtown. Nothing that was obvious, anyway. We walk uphill to Peachtree Street. The city is empty. Except for one artsy-fartsy, girl with headphones that appeared like she fell out of TheVillage. Where the hell was she going? In retrospect, should have shadowed her... nah... that's twisted. THE LONGEST ESCALATOR KNOWN TO MAN. Descending to the center of the earth... the MARTA(public transport) tunnel, a 4minute optical illusion, provided the most entertainment for tonight. I *must* come back and photograph/video that thing... amazing. We ride two exits north. Ponce is still scarey. No matter how Atlanta has cleaned up Ponce... sections are still pretty damn illicit. Not sure when we decided to walk from midtown to my house... just kind of happened. Walking the stretch to North Highland, allowed a 5mph view of the snazzy, new townhomes with street-level bistros... busy. Yet no people outside. Except for a few suspicious ladies, gangs of knit-capped gentlemen, and a guy with his hand stuffed in his pocket... from whom I was dragged away from by AK... Ponce was relatively quiet. The classic apartment buildings were by far the most visually interesting... well, that and the Shriner's Temple I had always thought was a mosque. Not a mosque... but a place for grown men to wear funny little hats. Oh yea... grabbed a Southern Glazed KrispyKreme and Koffee for story's sake. Finally... Fellinis Pizza. Home Took a few hours... but we made it back. Exercise! What's up with that? Hand in Hand. This lil trendy pub in the Higlands always reminded me of some of the more ornate pubs back in UK when I was a teen. Only this one... full of (more)hot girls with (more)cold attitudes. Amazing how nice people tend to act like royalty among peasants in public places. Get over yourself. We finally land a table... next to most UNhot of all patrons with a few male consorts. They were quite interesting... in that they weren't entirely very interesting at all. Pointless conversations about... ummm nothing?... but a whole lot of nervous giggling. The quiet one will be hot... give her a few years. Oh yea... Katie, the waitress... breath of fresh air. Other Adventures... The night wasn't exciting, instead, an evening of observation. Should do that more often.... in fact... last weekend's "MOUNTAINS" story will be next. peace- seanrox