Inn at The Black Olive
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- Refrigerator in room
- Room service
- Breakfast Available
- Wireless internet connection in room (free)
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Feb 10 – Meg Garrison picked me up at 10 AM for the long drive down to the Atlanta airport. From where I live in Lawrenceville, it is around 50 miles to the airport, which is on the south side of the city. Although you’re driving mostly on Interstates, the traffic can, at times, be very slow. This part of any trip is a major factor in what time you leave home.
Speaking of weather and traffic, the weather forecast ...
... shirt that also survived from my youth. I only own two short sleeved shirts, this one and a hawaiian one in case of emergencies (see:fancy dress). I'm not a fan of the bat wing sleeves. As such Hawaiian shirts and Gav Shirts cannot be the same thing despite most peoples assumptions to the contrary. The shirt from back in the day I actually bought when I was about 14 (good to know I still fit into the clothes of a child), and only ever wore it once before ...
... after driving almost non stop in circles around it for 2 days I'm happy to never see it again. On our way out of town, we stopped at a restaurant which was the only one nearby when we were starving after a very long day. Once inside we found out it's a buffet - think Smorgy's x10. It had so many different nationalities of food and the desert bar was insane (chocolate fountain, fairy floss, cookies which may have ended up in our ...
... what was waiting for me there. But I drove.
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Deadwing - Porcupine Tree
Requiem For The Indifferent - Epica
Crack The Skye - Mastodon
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