Cab @ 5am, which meant up at 4am.
Great cabbie on the way - chatted about how LA came about with the corruption between the pioneers, local law enforcement et al. Then how the Red Cars were systematically run into the ground by GM and various others with an interest in killing off any public transportation system. Apparently, the cars are now a wave break in the South Bay.
LAX. Met J & P. Both looked great considering it was 5.15am. Delta flight. Fairly uneventful. Got to Atlanta quick. 125 mph tail wind. Superb!
Dumped everything in to the hotel room. Nice room, by the way. Bed looks mighty comfy.
Off out to a restaurant in Downtown Atlanta and watched the Superbowl with a select group from the shoot. Everybody got slowly hammered while I had 15 (no kidding) Diet Cokes. Gotta love those free refills. There was a lady and her son (ages 50-55 & 30 I'm guessing) sitting next to us and they introduced themselves to everyone. How nice. Very Southern, NC actually. Well, as the night wore on, she got louder and he got more and more threatening. You know, the kind of guy who seems harmless enough but then turns into an angry drunk (with a Southern accent - a perfect combination, don't you think?) whom you have no doubt would punch you for looking at him in a funny way. Don't get me wrong, everyone else seemed pretty normal.
Anyway, back to the hotel and hit the sack.