I am CURSED when it comes to ATLANTA!!!

SO, I am never ever ever ever ever going to Atlanta again (yeah, I know, I will, but at least not for a little while) Anyway, not sure if you know how my past two trips to Atlanta went, so I will quickly fill you in.
Trip 1- March 7th, 2008, I arrive in ATL on Friday, the 7th for the Spring Market with Erin (owns Sulm's) All is good until Saturday night when I find out in the middle of the night that my house was on fire. I get the first flight home on Sunday morning to the lovely pile of rubble that is left of my home!

Trip 2- March 13, 2008 Gibson and I drive to Birmingham (to do some shopping since we aren't exactly going to sit at home) on the way to ATL for the SEC Basketball tournament. Game is Friday night....SOMEWHERE along the way, Gibson develops a SEVERE sore throat and feels horrible, he spends the weekend in the bed. I go the MSU basketball game with my dad--well, we all know what happened next...TORNADO. I wasn't actually in the stadium for it though...the 70 year old lady sitting behind me NEVER shut up and had a horrible tone to her voice. I am usually pretty mellow when it comes to this, but I guess my nerves were a little on edge. MSU's GREAT game wasn't really helping this situation. SO , I finally snapped and knowing that knocking her head off was probably NOT my best option, I looked at my dad and told him that I had to get out of there. SO I walked out of the Dome, got in a cab, and drove the 2 minutes to my hotel (walking alone was not a good idea) ANyway, I am in the room MAYBE 2 minutes and Gibson jumps up and runs to the window. Wondering what the heck he is doing I jump up beside him....right about that instant we both look up and SEE the tornado coming toward us. By the time we both fly across the room to the shower, it is over---well, they kept coming over the intercom to tell us to come down to the basement all night b/c more weather was coming. Since we cant' go to the game anymore, we head back to Greenville. We are eating lunch in Tuscaloosa, when my dad calls and asks if we are still there. Apparently, the Bulldog Club's first top hundred members or so get tickets, but you had to be there to get them. WE didnt have time to get back for the game. Since we are homeless, we decide to spend the night in Starkville and watch the game---good thing we didnt' go back to ATL b/c we all know how Georgia won that one!

Trip 3- July 10, 2008---I am back at market with Erin. I fly in Thursday morning with an uneventful morning.....so much for that. I land and take a cab downtown to the gift mart. I should have NEVER gotten in that cab. Anyway, my cab driver speaks ZERO English, has ZERO air-conditioner, has some name I can't even begin to pronounce, and Arabic newspapers are all OVER the cab (not trying to be prejudice, but it was quite uncomfortable) Anyway, we are driving along and he is flying (at least I get out of this this sauna of a cab faster, I am thiking) Well, I look over and he has cut this red car off. The red car proceeds to swerve at us, my driver swerves back, red car swerves again at us, we swerve back.....I am getting quite nervous at this point but it is happening so fast I dont' have time to think. I look back at the car RIGHT BESIDE US and duds has a little black pistol pointing RIGHT at us. (since he is a little behind us at this point, guess who is going to be the target--ME) I flip out start screaming that he has a gun and hit the floor of the cab--(glad I didn't buckle up at this point) My cab driver NOW decides he can speak English and starts saying " What...he have gun...OH NO, OH NO" trying to catch back up with the guy. I start screaming at him not to..Lord only know what else I was saying at that point. If we had not been in the middle of the interstate I would have had him drop me off on the side of the road. Anyway, we arrive downtown without any gunshots and I am at the NEW building 2 west wing. I have been to market five million times and know all these buildings like the back of my hand. I have NO CLUE where I am and am so flustered, I cant' figure it out.
After calming down, I head to the REAL bulding 2 to drop off my luggage. I lean down to unzip my suitcase and put my shoulder bag in there (didnt 'want to have to pay the extra $4) My suitcase is locked, I am LIVID. Brand new suitcase (my others burned remember--red from Steinmart) and Security has gone through my suitcase, found my lock, and locked it. NOW, How I do it, I dont' know, but I fenangle the lock of, open it and guess what---ITS NOT MINE. WHAT, now I am really flipping out. Apparently Deborah Frazier and I BOTH got the exact same RED suitcase from Steinmart AND the same luggage tag. No, I didnt' even look at the name when I left the airport for two reasons. 1- didnt' really figure anyone else would have the exact same brand complete with exact same (did not come with it) luggage tag 2- I had flown first class over there and it had a big priority tag on it so it came out first. Who would have thought. AFter I go back to the airport and get MY luggage (in the middle of the MONSOON that hits ATL right then) I FINALLY got my luggage. THe rest of the trip was fairly uneventful--oh, except for when it dropped the flood gates on ATL in about 5 minutes and all the water went off in all three buildings---that was NICE.

I am NEVER going again!!!