Atlanta

This weekend Christen, Knowlton and I drove to Atlanta on a business trip. Whole sale steaks was going to a festival, where it was assumed there would be around half a million people visiting. What great prospects for selling steaks!
We started the journey late thursday evening, planning on finding a location to set up early friday morning. On the way we encountered several stops that weren't planned. Firstly, the freezer lid in Christen's truck kept bouncing up and down, so we had to stop to strap it down. The next stop we unfortunately made was in Montgomery. Yes. THE Montgomery. Knowlton got to the gas station first, and managed to lock his keys in his truck. Oh my goodness. Christen and I could NOT believe it, as earlier in the week he had managed to run out of gas, and due to that, his truck wouldn't start after he filled up on gas. Goodness. Anyway, since we were so luckily in Montgomery, there were plenty of people who knew how to get in to locked trucks. We had two guys "help" us, and then begged for money, and would not go away after we gave them three dollars each. They were complaining that if we'd have had to call a key place, they would have charged over 50 dollars, and so they were not too happy with three dollars after all the help they'd given us. We gave them three more each.
As we were about to pull out of there, a man came and asked us to give him 50 cents cause he didn't have enough money for a beer. At least he was honest? Obviously we didn't give him any, and pulled in to the intersection, where Knowlton managed to drive the WRONG WAY! He was heading back to Pensacola, and the frustration started to build...
After about 4 hours of sleep at a hotel an hour outside of Atlanta, we headed for Auburn street, the street where the festival was on. Little did we know that there was no room for us to set up on that street, and so we started to wonder what to do. It would take me a whole weekend to tell you all the crazy things we got up to, but here are a few key points:
1) Wild goose chases. We tried finding the heatlth department, with no luck after about 3 hours going up and down Atlanta's streets. We gave up.
2) We asked a man if we could set up on his parking lot right by Auburn street, and he said if we pay him 150 dollars. So we set up, (Knowlton being really nervous about being thrown in jail for not having a license for Georgia to sell frozen foods), and waited for customers.
3) We felt like we were in a foreign country, and were treated like it, cause there were NO white people around! Every one was black, and several people asked us for money. Here we were, set up to sell, but people instead asked us to give them money. And this was supposed to be a celebration of cultures coming together. There were only black people....?
4) After a lousy day of selling, we packed up, and realised the middle of a city was not the right place to sell steaks. People were just too poor. Most of them wanted to know if we took food stamps...
5) Stayed at a Motel 6 close to the city, enjoyed having tv for a night, and then Christen and I headed back to GUlf Breeze, as we had church stuff to tend to. TO say the least, it was not a very successful trip.
Despite our lousy efforts on friday, Knowlton managed to sell out by Sunday! He did, however, set up in Alabama, instead of Georgia.

I don't have a moral for this story. The "end", I guess, was that we spent lots of time with Mike and Jen after we got back, playing games and watching movies, until I on Sunday got a bad migraine, and have been in bed until now, Monday afternoon... Hopefully this week I'll bake some bread, do the laundry, and find out where I'll end up this summer...