MERRI-WHO?

I get into the shuttle and tell the driver my destination. There's another woman in the van and we start to conversate (that one's for you, Zed).

"Is this your first time in Atlanta?"
"Yeap! I can't wait to get to the downtown area!" I made a wack attempt at trying to conceal my excitement, but my lips wouldn't cover my teeth.

The driver hops on the freeway and I look out the window, absorbing the scene, like I'm fresh off the boat. I look in the passing cars on the freeway, comparing the number of Black and White people. I start read-singing billboard messages out loud, as if I'm in a foreign country, learning the language...Beeehhll-Soowwth. Fox Fiiiive News.

What the fuck is wrong with me?!

I see the high rise buildings approaching. I get excited again. I begin visualizing my coming week: Tall, chocolate men calling me, "Mam". Eating at a popular eatery. Hitting up somebody's happy hour, wearing my new, hugging jeans. Positioning my ass on the stool, signaling to men on the prowl to come hither. Exploring new malls and buying something, just to brag, "I bought it in Atlanta." I check back in to reality, just in time to notice the driver completely pass the downtown area.

"Excuse me. I think you missed the exit." He shoots me an irritated look in the rear view mirror.
"Your hotel is on the outskirts of Atlanta. It's really in Merri-..." Merri who? Merri what?
I couldn't hear the rest of his statement because my ears started to ring with anger. I'm not staying in Hotlanta?

He reaches the exit and I spot the Marriott Hotel. It's right off the freeway, located near nothing but the highway. The other woman in the shuttle notices my deflated mood.

"You're staying in Merrietta, not Atlanta." Thanks for rubbing it in, Beeeee-yatch.

Oh well. I guess this will ensure my focus on the fellowship. I can kiss tall, dark, dick goodbye. Maybe there's prospects within the hotel and/or hotel staff. That would make this a perfect Chubby adventure: Work and dick in one location.

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