If you want to see pretty Christmas lights this year, go to Stone Mountain or Rabbittown. Seriously. I think I live in the best place on earth, but I’ll tell you – I’m moving to FL for the winter from now on. I’ll see y’all in March sometime.
Do not come to Lake Lanier. (a quick note about privacy – if you read more than one blog post or look at my Flickr page or even my Etsy page, you know my name. I’ve been in the phone book since I moved into this house 10 years ago. I’ve lived in Hall County since I was 3. It’s not like you have to do detective work to find this bitch right here.)
Here’s what they are selling you. Here’s what you’re getting, in part 1 and part 2. Not only that, the prices are RIDICULOUS. For the amount of money you just spent to drive through the biggest electric bill in the South, you could have raided the package (liquor for you yankees) store, gotten shit-faced with your entire family, and watched the YouTube video of the house that has lights synced with the Trans-Siberian Orchestra 500 times.
Otherwise, your now broke ass got this:
Here’s why I’m personally interested.
To get to Lake Lanier Islands, you have to take I-985 to Exit 8, which is Friendship Road. When we moved there, it was called Exit 2 because it’s the 2nd exit from the beginning of the interstate. Exit 4, which is now the Mall of Georgia area, was Exit 1 and the only shit on it was a Wal-Mart and an Ace Hardware.
Here’s what it looks like now:
When I was 12, we moved to Countryside Village. If you read booshy’s posts (and hopefully you did) she talks about the McDonalds. Directly across the street from that McD’s is Countryside Village. It existed way back before Friendship Road had shit like grocery stores and fast food restaurants.
Can’t tell what Countryside Village is from the website? That’s because they don’t want to tell you. It’s a trailer park with about 700 homes in it. The only entrance or exit is the one that you can see from McDonald’s. Now it has a security gate on it to keep out people like me who are going to see my parents, my grandmother, my siblings, and my auntie who ALL live in the trailer park. Every time we drive up to that gate and I have to call my mom on their little buzzer phone I need a xanax.
Why? Because it’s a 700 unit fucking trailer park with a security gate. Consider that every home has an average of 2 cars (6 in my family alone) AND a classic car AND a motorcycle or three, this is a lot of petroleum fueled product moving in and out of this place.
Here’s a fun game – how to find a drug dealer. Drive through the trailer park and find the blacked out Escalade parked in front of a mobile home that cost $15,000 brand new. Odds are that’s a drug dealer. That drug dealer gets a key card to get in the trailer park and so do the folks that stay with him. I’m a suburban housewife whose family – the ENTIRE thing – lives inside and I can’t get a key card?
There’s a term for this in city planning: clusterfuck. It is a traffic NIGHTMARE 24/7 every day starting at Thanksgiving until the end of the year.
When I was in school, Hall County only had 5 high schools. I went to West Hall. Here’s how you get there. You go all the fucking way up Friendship Road (the nights of lights route, y’all) and take a right onto McEver. Well, it used to be McEver. Now it’s Peachtree-Industrial Road. This is about a 15 minute trip in regular, every day traffic.
7:00 – go crank the Malibu and let it warm up while you finish your hair and makeup. 7:15 – leave the house. 7:30 – get to school, see what your crew is up to, bitch about homeroom. 7:45 – school starts.
The Friday after the Friday after Thanksgiving, here’s how it goes. 7:00 – crank the Malibu and let it warm up. 7:15 – leave the house. 8:45 – arrive at school because the line to the Nights of Lights is ALREADY backed up to the interstate. The alternative to getting to school late was to ride Bus 712. You could buy both a crack rock and a crack whore under the age of 13 on that bus. (Here is the reason I have never even tried an illegal drug – you grow up seeing THAT, you’re not going to want any either.)
Friends, buy some Captain Morgan and put this on repeat. Enjoy!