5:53 PM

Wednesday...not so exciting for some reason. Maybe I didn't plan enough.

• Drove to the Doraville MARTA station and took the train downtown.
  
• Went to the Visitor's Center and got a map.
  
• Went to World of Coke, photographed myself trying Lychee Mello, a soft drink of Thailand. Tried all the international pops (or sodas). One favorite: the apple one from China. The thing that took the cake, though, was after I had tried everything and I thought my belly was going to explode from all the fizz, I had some Nestea "Southern Style" Iced Tea...aaaahhhh...that was so mellow. It really settled me down.
  
• Went to the Georgia State Capitol. This is fairly dumb, because I haven't even visited the Ohio State Capitol. But it was weird...it seemed really informal. Once you went through the metal detector, you could pretty much wander around wherever you want and literally rub elbows with the legislators. I took a tour where I was the only actual tourist and the other people were students and teachers from Augusta. They got to meet their state representative and get their picture taken with him. I stayed out of the picture and asked the tour guide what was on the legislative agenda. Unfortunately, no tort reform or no-fault auto insurance.
  
• Sort of started walking towards the Centential Olympic Park, but got sidetracked by an Indian buffet because I was hungry. However, it was already like 2:40 and all the good stuff was gone, or wasn't there in the first place. Goat curry??? No thanks. So I had a fully veggie lunch: lots of potatoes, spinach, rice and naan.
  
• Went to the Olympic Park for like five minutes when I realized that I had earlier bought a half-price ticket to the High Museum of Art, and then discovered at the Visitor's Center of the park that the museum was going to close at 5 PM. Arrrgh! So I dashed over to the train station and got aboard for the Arts Center, getting there with less than 90 minutes to spare. But this particular museum just didn't do it for me. They didn't really have much of anything contemporary except for a few weird stainless steel sculptures by the same guy who designed the building the museum was in. They had a special exhibit of Egypt stuff, but I've seen better.
  
• Walked all the way back to the train station. Waited for the train. Got on the train. Waited for the train to go to Doraville. Got off the train. Walked all the way to the "parking deck" (they seem to call what we'd call parking garages "decks" instead of garages), got in the car, slogged through rush hour traffic, and now I'm back here. And can you tell I'm exhausted???

I think I'm going to kick back here for a little while and read and stuff and then go to the Thai place across the street.