Well friends, I can’t believe I left you hanging so long after my last post! I know you’ve all been dying to hear how the Waffle House jukebox auction turned out. Right? I think this photo says it best:
It’s pretty much the best thing ever. I managed to pad my budget by writing a story for an Atlanta Magazine blog (see here), so I wasn’t even that far over budget. I’ll write about it in greater detail soon, but for now I’ve got to shut off my phone because I’m jetting off to Germany! More on that later too…
An email arrived in my inbox this afternoon alerting me to the fact that there will be an auction of the Waffle House jukeboxes of my youth this coming weekend:
I mean, ARE YOU KIDDING ME. I have talked about this for years: getting a WaHo jukebox, whenever they eventually phased them out, for my eventual amazing basement. Or, you know, my kitchen.
The auction house websites have photos of some of the jukeboxes that will be auctioned off, and they range in model year from 1982 to 1996. I think my favorite of the options is the 1986 model — fortunately there appear to be quite a few of them (though I’m partial to the less prevalent brown and black colors). Here’s one I’ve really got my eye on:
Not only is it awesome in and of itself, it also comes with records and CDs still inside! You can change out the music too (obviously easier with CDs than 45s). I really haven’t the foggiest idea of what the starting price of one of these might be, or how much competition I’ll have, but I’m excited to find out. It will be mine. Oh yes! It will be mine!
p.s. — If anyone out there wants to snatch this one up for me for my 30th birthday next month, feel free!
Atlanta, Georgia, July 2002
Floating down the Chattahoochee River, also known as “shooting the ‘Hooch,” is a beloved summer pastime here in Atlanta. Basically, you round up some buddies, rent a massive raft, take a cooler full of beer along and drift down the river for a couple hours. (Canoes are an acceptable alternative for smaller outings.) On sunny, not-too-hot weekends the river is slammed with ‘Hooch shooters, kayakers and even some fishermen (who surely must land the occasional three-eyed fish).
This was taken the summer after my freshman year of college — ten years ago now — which was one of those rare summers when many, if not most, people from high school were back home for the break. Here we are attempting to deflate the raft at the end of our journey. (I’m in the middle back with the old-man fishing hat on.) Ah, to be a summering college student again…
DeBordieu Colony, Georgetown, South Carolina, 1985
Over the weekend Jon and I drove to the coast of South Carolina for some quality beach time with my extended family. My family has been going to this spot with my dad’s cousins and their kids since 1981. We went every summer in some capacity until people started going to college, and we resumed our trips about seven years later when the youngest of us were nearing the end of college.
Every year we cousins lined up in age order for a group photo. In the above photo, there are cousins from five families — mine, and those of each of my dad’s four cousins we went with. This year we only had four representatives of what is now the middle generation — and only two of us are Poe by blood — so we didn’t even think to take a picture like this. Hopefully next year we’ll be able to take one with the whole gang in it again.
The camp/friend reunion over the weekend was super awesome (and super hot, even up in the mountains of Western NC). Here are a few pictures from the trip accompanied by one of my favorite quote/poem things that I read as a camper:
This is the land I love, these pine-clad hills
and ancient granite peaks, cloud-rimmed above.
There is a peace up high among these hills,
a solitude of soul, and God is nigh.
The valley down below may call to some;
but mountains beckon me, and I must go.
Yeah, it’s a little cheesy, but it holds up. Hope y’all had a beautiful weekend too. Bring on the mid-week holiday!
Cedar Mountain, North Carolina, summers ’96, ’99 and ’01
This weekend I’m going back to my summer camp for its 25th anniversary shindig. It’s been described in its brochure as a “natural science camp for gifted children” forever, but it’s easier just to call it a treehugger camp, because it is (or was, at least). Above, you see me there in my third and final year as a camper*, with my best friend Lindsay; in my first year as a CIT/professional dishwasher*, with one of my best camp friends Pardue (and our beloved industrial dishwashing machine); and in my final year as a staffer with my counselor Laura. Over the years I wore a lot of flannel, overalls, tie-dye and hemp jewelry, and I think I’ve got homemade dream catchers stashed in almost every drawer at mom and dad’s house. These were some of the best summers of my life.
(*Photos purloined from Pardue’s throwback Facebook album… mine aren’t handy in my apartment!)
Over the weekend I attended my first beauty pageant ever at the university where I work. Yes, my place of employ has its very own pageant that feeds into Miss Georgia, which feeds into Miss America! My coworker and I attended under the guise of providing social media content for the students, but we were actually pretty excited to go. (Plus, we got in for free.)
Overall it was an entertaining evening. Swimsuits were so-so, if a bit awkward; evening gowns were fine; onstage questions were inane and answered with basically one sentence each; and the TALENT — my goodness was it grim. “Monologue” was a surprisingly prevalent talent: some were historical, some were original, many were depressing and one was called “Abortion Cycle 1.” Yippee, hooray! I thought I might die of vicarious embarrassment throughout, a feeling that morphed into to straight-up pain as we neared the last of the contestants. One of the instrumental performances was just — I honestly can’t remember the last time I encountered anyone with such a bad ear. If they hadn’t announced what song she was playing, I never would have figured it out.
Apparently, though, they saved the best for last. The final contestant’s talent was listed as dance, but in reality it was AERIAL SILKS. No shit! At this point basically all she’d need to do to take the talent competition was climb up on those things. She had a short routine — 90 seconds is all the time they have — but it gave her enough time to do some impressive splits and twists.
I mean REALLY. How could that not win? This girl also swept the preliminary awards for swimsuit and evening wear, so it was pretty obvious what the outcome would be:
She’ll go on to the state pageant in a few months, and then who knows — maybe her aerial silks routine will carry her through that competition as well. As for me and my coworker, we’re already looking forward to next year’s pageant!