Number #900!! I'm 9/10ths of a winner!

You are actually #901. You still missed being 9/10 of a winner.

If that isn't foreshadowing, I don't know what is.

I don't know about no foreshadowing but what I do know is today is somebody's special day!

Happy Birthday, Norym!

Thank you, it means a lot to me that you remembered.

The Clermont Lounge in Atlanta is one of the intentionally bad, but incredibly fun. The Yelp reviews are great.

The wife and I went last Saturday with our friends on our annual trip to Atlanta.

So...what did your wife do there? Did she put money in the g-strings? Were there male strippers? Did she get up on stage and dance? Did she get drunk and start a fight? We have over 90 posts to go - give us some details!

We watched strippers that should have retired a decade ago, and one that was 20 years past the use by date at least.

The Clermont Lounge is a dive. We don't want stories of 200 pound strippers who are a few years shy of legal retirement.

If I'm in Atlanta, then a trip to Follies is required.

Yup... then things have not changed there.

Sounds like my kind of joint! Did they all smell of cigar?

Many a year ago, like maybe summer of '92, I had an Army battle buddy at airborne school at Ft Benning who was from Atlanta. I think his last name was Barker, but now I can't recall.
He talked up Atlanta a ton, and two or three of us went to his folks' place over the free weekend. His parents' place ended up being a mansion, right across from the Coca Cola founder's mansion, and his budget for the weekend was pretty sweet. Didn't know it when we were busting our asses every day, but his family was rich as hell. IIRC it was some sports wear company or something. We hung out at the Mardi Gras club and met 2 or 3 smokin' hot babes that knew him well. I just remember two brunettes who wore schoolgirl uniforms....oh yeah.

Went back to airborne school a couple days later and the dude collapsed the chute of the jumper below him and they both dropped about 500 feet before they separated. I recall being the 3rd jumper that stick, and being scared ####less when I couldn't see any chutes in the usual spots below me. They landed ok, but were both shook up.

Man, I haven't thought of that Atlanta trip, or the guys at Airborne school in a long time.

Morning!

And a very Happy Birthday, norym!

Thank you, it means a lot to me that you remembered.

For some reason, I feel like Norym should be at least 60 by now!