Life's a peach

I've been in Atlanta for one week now. It is full of parking garages. I wish I had some interesting news about the city itself but so far I don't. I haven't found the charm to this city as of yet. It has to be there. But I'm not sure how hard I've looked.

In the office we listen to Swedish hockey broadcasts with the door open and others (who work for other companies) can hear and sometimes look at us a little funny. I speak with an American tongue and it puts them at ease. Sometimes we listen to Swedish rap followed by American music. I've got "Ramblin Man" within reach in case anything gets out of hand.

I haven't decided if I will venture out to the bar that plays live English football on Saturday mornings. That's a 10AM kickoff. That's a 10AM beer.

Food, yeah, there's no shortage of artery-blocking food in this city. I am going to start asking if I can get a side of broccoli with that.

Oh yeah, and everything is on Peachtree. Everything.