I'm back, baby!
For a day, at least. I have been thinking about writing again, but that's another post for another time.
Today, we have a special treat, a Guest Columnist! You know him, you love him, you can't get enough of him, so without further magoo, Heeeerrreee's Noah!
Hello, people of the Internet. I'm not the usual mastermind behind the 3000 Project. I'm his son. One of the requirements for the Boy Scouts Communications merit badge is to write a blog entry, so here I am. For my dad this is killing two birds with one stone, getting me closer to finishing Scouts and not having to write a blog entry himself. Before we get started I want to let you know I'm not a very good writer.
Okay, recently my dad and I traveled to Atlanta to see our favorite soccer team from England on tour (Ed. note: Noah is referring to our beloved Citizens, the Manchester City Football Club. We are Forever Blue). The whole trip was fantastic. Atlanta is one of the coolest cities in the world. Once we were there I couldn't get over the fact of how much cooler Atlanta is than Houston. I know I should have respect for my hometown but if I had to vote between Atlanta and Houston Atlanta would win in a landslide.
I was a little bit nervous that the trip wasn't going to turn out so great because as I was walking off the plane the pilot either complemented me or made fun of my shirt:
The airport in Atlanta was huge! It took my dad and me one hour just to get from our plane to our rental car! Once we got our rental car it was probably the wimpiest car I have ever seen. It had no kick, no vroom vroom (Ed. note: It was a Hyundai. I believe it was made out of used Dixie cups and Campbell Soup cans.). After driving through what looked like hillbilly country (Ed. note: He exaggerates. There were trees and hills. Hillbilly country is a little further north.), we got into the city and man it is great! They have The World of Coca-Cola, the biggest aquarium in the world, and so much more. After checking into the hotel we went walking around the city and it kept on getting better. Humidity was like 20%, way better than 90%.
(Ed. note: Again, he exaggerates. It was more like 60% humidity. Still, it's way better than Houston's 90% plus.)
After a long walk we went to an open practice, where the team practiced in front of the public. After the practice we went back to the hotel for some much needed rest.
The next morning we got breakfast and an unexpected phone call. The guy who sold us our tickets said the team was practicing at a super fancy private school and nobody else knew about the practice. We rush off to the school, or at least as fast as you can go in such a wimpy car.
There they were, my heroes right in front of me. I got a couple of autographs and shook hands. That moment was the highlight of my trip.
The rest of the day was spent at the hotel. That night we went to the game. It was Manchester City versus Club America. Long story short, our team won!
As we left on the plane the next day I said goodbye to the great city of Atlanta. Walking out of Houston Hobby Airport was like hitting a wall of pure heat. That was my trip to Atlanta. Short but sweet. Hopefully I'll be able to write for you again people of the web.
I sign off.