Hit or Miss

Alright, much as I hate to say it, not everything in Atlanta makes for a fantastic outing for everyone.

Miss: Chetan and I decided to partake of "Improv at the Park," the successor to "Screen on the Green" in Piedmont Park. The show consisted of four large men in a group called "No Laughing Matter" or some similarly clever title. The men proceeded to enact a set of comic games stolen from Drew Carey's far superior "Whose Line is It Anyway?", with the twist being that every scene dealt with homosexuality. Chetan and I aren't sure if that was the intent, but the consistent style of humor definitely wore on us quickly. Here are our faces after the improv skit involving a gay vampire and small children:

We were happy to experience what Atlanta natives enjoy, but left rather quickly to find nice shots of the nighttime city skyline.

Hit: One day after work I toured a bit of the Coca-Cola factory along with Underground Atlanta. The Coca-Cola factory's vividly-colored facility and inspirational music gave me that magical Disneyworld feel, minus Mickey and Minnie. The Underground was just as I remembered from previous visits, a dark tunnel of tourist traps and wholesale-purchased purses 'neath a busy street. There were uncountable teens milling around, photobooths on every corner, alluringly greasy food counters and focused spraypaint caricature artists.

Back to the abbreviated Idiot's Guide to Atlanta!