Alright Mess makers, Mayor here. Tom is off in the Himalayan Lost & Found section looking for his soul. Also probably trying to turn the old Kathmandu Pizza Hut into the Smokebelly Nepal location. Soft opening spring 2020- save the date. Our girl Lester-Lingvall is busy in her teepee laboratory inventing magic yoga pants that cure hangovers. John John doesn’t have a computer. And Hess is elbow deep writing a blog about the top 3 places in Atlanta you can shove a selfie stick. It’ll probably go viral. So you goons are stuck with me, the good looking one.
Now enough of this Tom Foolery, let’s cut to the crash. Do you have anything to do this weekend? Do you have friends that do stuff with you outside of bars? Have you ever actually left Buckhead before on purpose? Then brother, let ol’ maymay give you the skinny. There is a magical ring that circles Atlanta- no, not 285. It’s this thing called The Beltine… or Beltloop. Or something. I just know it has something to do with braided belts. And feral cougars speed walking in packs. And Nikky Williams in roller blades. And baby strollers the size of Volkswagens.
ANYWHO. Our pals are throwing a little hootenanny hoedown come this Saturday called the Beltline Boil. There’s gonna be booze, bands, broads, belts, boils and food tastings not from Smokebelly. Proceeds go to charity, so I think it’s about time you pull yourself up from your Sperry straps and do something with your life, bro! I mean, look at Tom. My man can’t even find his iPhone, and he’s on the other side of the world looking for his inner self while chillin with dudes in towels like it’s the Mansly Mall LA Fitness.
See you Saturday. I love you.
Eat. Pray. Yolo.