ATL Hoe!

Or not. That's a politically strategic collaboration of words though!

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Last weekend I turned 20! My parter in crime Amanda took me down to Atlanta for a music festival, Shakey Beats. Being in another city is always an awesome experience. It's way cooler when you don't have to pay for a hotel, and some friends graciously allow you to crash on an air mattress at their place. (Thanks Kisten and Luke!)  After arriving in ATL we were driving around the city checking out the culture and street art. Around 5:30 Amanda and I called a Lyft, a taxi provider to take us to Centennial Park. 

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Activist work is something you probably associate with the Peace Corps, or Jehovah's wtnesses. But after 3 Uber rides with amazingly beautiful people I think  amazing opportunities to spread knowledge and empathy occur everyday. When you have a real connection with people from such amazing life stories, and your unity brings about progressive ideas, it's a feeling of hope that spreads instantly. 

A black Kia Sentra pulled into the parking lot. The petite Indian who picked us up informed us that she drove for Lyft on the weekend as a second job. She said that she also worked for another large company handing clientel remotely. And along side all of that, she is putting her sister through performance arts college in China. There's a possibility that she may be pregnant right now, and has decided to take the next few months to decide how to approach the situation in accordance to her personal life and the outlying effectors while enjoying the beautiful Malaysian Islands and working. She speaks over 8 languages, has multiple degrees, and works her ass off.  As we continued on our journey past city blocks full of coffee shops and boutiques we conversed over the future of medicine and politics, some of my favorite topics. It was a wonderful experience for Amanda and I to inform her about our favorite candidate Bernie Sanders and his platform and experience in the senate for the past 20 years. She was enthralled to hear about a politician candidate that was so closely in line with her stance. And I was enamoring to see someone who like us, would benefit from the ideology of the Bernmestier. 

Day 1 of the Festival : We found a crew of Savannah native Scorpios whose energy we really got down with! The rain though, not so much. 

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Day 2 of the festival: MØ 

MØ: No Mythologies to Follow available on Spotify

MØ: No Mythologies to Follow available on Spotify

Along side the various coffee shops and juice bars we visited, were plenty of attractions that I hope to revisit if I'm ever in the dirty south again. While awaiting our last driver of the weekend. We ran into a turtle peddler outside of the Ferris wheel. I was quite concerned with his business model. The inner workings of which consisted of a dolly stacked 8 levels high, of tiny turtle condominiums. And once he placed turtle victim A: who I will adoringly refer to as lildude, directly in front of me at eye level, I was thrown into a fit of laughter over outrageous circumstances that were in fact, reality at the moment for the poor animals.

The beats were Shaky!

The beats were Shaky!

Our very last driver of the weekend was a French man who told us stories of Paducah. It was odd considering how few people I have actually met who are familiar with my hometown. He spoke of how he wanted to come to our lovely river city and buy fish from the markets. (¿) He said that because of the water here, our local freshwater food is in high demand. To me, the thick accent seemed almost like a facade. But I overlooked it because it is not on my agenda to concern myself with such things. Maybe he was practicing a part for a future character.. Or he's a serial murder planning our demise. Either way, riding in the back of expensive flashy cars when you feel like a dirty mop of glitter is an exhilarating experience. 

 

 

 

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