Credits #2019 August by Connie Prince


 


Journaling:  12/31/95 Atlanta, GA


I started planning this during dinner on New Year's Eve 1994. It needed preplanning because I wanted it to BIG! I wanted a group of us to go to Atlanta to watch the Peach Drop and welcome the Olympic year in the Olympic city period


The early planning paid off and on December 30 I was on a plane bound for Atlanta with Rich, John, Heather, Tracy, Jeff and Jeanne. We were joined by Jeff's brother, Brad, who lives in Atlanta, for the evening's festivities. Those festivities included dinner at Dante’s Down The Hatch, drinking like we were still college-age, enjoying the foot-long adult slushies from Fat Tuesday and Rich running up 10 floors of stairs and back with champagne before midnight to avoid the slowest elevator in Georgia! But we were staying at The Suites Hotel right at Five Points so we didn't have to worry about driving home. Underground Atlanta was right at the entrance to our hotel and an exhausted Rich made it back with the champagne just in time for the countdown period


The celebration winded down by 1 AM and our group of mostly late 20s and 30-somethings waited for that slowest elevator in Atlanta because we realized stairs would not be our staggering friends. When we got back up to our rooms we decided to call for a pizza.


A couple of things to mention about ordering a pizza at 1:30 in the morning on New Year's Day in downtown Atlanta. If you looked out our window you could see that all of the main roads were completely gridlocked with cars. You could also see that there were still lines of people waiting to get on the subway. There was absolutely no way Pizza was getting delivered to our hotel. The restaurants at Underground Atlanta were closed and so was room service at the hotel. While we emptied everything edible out of both mini bars, including the expensive macadamia nuts, Jeff was on the phone with the manager at Domino’s. He explained to the manager, who had called him back at his request from a New Year's party of his own, that drunk people have to have food and that he was from Michigan where the Domino’s home office is and he could personally put a complaint on Tom Monaghan’s desk. I don't think the store manager took him very seriously, but it was definitely one of many fun stories we share from our New Year's trip!


Generally a bit drunken but a fun time was had by all.