This post is part of a series on Creating Change 2013 in Atlanta.
While I live in Chicago, I started my journey to Atlanta in Cincinnati, and of course the temperature took a nosedive up north. Not that it mattered: When it’s that cold, it’s just cold, so I was looking forward to the Hotlanta weather, even if it was only in the 50s.
We arrived at the Hilton shortly before the opening plenary, so Butch Bestie and I decided to skip it because we were famished. I subsisted on snacks all day on the ride down, and I was in desperate need of a real meal. We decided on Hsu’s Atlanta. The people sitting across from us could tell we weren’t from the area, and graciously welcomed us to Atlanta. Score one for Southern hospitality.
After running into some old friends, we retired to our hotel room. I had U-Hauled into the hotel room of two butches, and we ended up having a giggly gab fest about babes and fashion like we were 12 years old. Best sleepover ever.
This post is part of a series on Creating Change 2013 in Atlanta. Posts on Plump Pinup Life & Style focus on capturing fashion and queer culture, while posts on Stuff Queer People Need To Know focus on decimating knowledge from the workshops.
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