For those of you who don't know what MARTA is, (which is probably just about all of you), it's the Metro Atlanta Rail Transportation Authority. In short, it's the transportation system of Atlanta, Georgia, that is supposed to make commuting in Atlanta easier. Yeah. Right.
Now maybe my problems had to do with the fact that I was going to a One Direction concert that was packed with 70,000 screaming girls. A large number of those 70,000 screaming girls were on the MARTA train.
Getting on wasn't so bad, since it was the northern-most stop. But as we got closer to the Georgia Dome, where the concert was held, it became a different story. The train became packed like a can of sardines. And that can of sardines did not smell good. It was like a combination of alcohol, sweat, and stinky socks. It was hot in there, too. Did I mention how bad it smelled?
Of course, to make things even worse, a transfer was involved. We had to get off the first train, and get on a second. Imagine thousands of sardines trying to get out of one tin can, go up an escalator, and pack into another. Yep. It was ridiculous! The train lurched forward, and all of the sardines slammed into each other. The only reason everybody remained standing, is that there was no room to fall.
We tumbled out of that thing, grateful to be alive.
(After the concert, which lasted until about midnight, my daughter and I escaped before the whole school of sardines tried to pack into the MARTA, again. It was a much more civilized ride back to our station of origin.)
So here is the group we went to see:
One Direction (5 Seconds of Summer opened for them.) My daughter loved them! I thought they put on a really good show - lots of fireworks and lights. But was it loud! I'm glad I had earplugs, or I probably would've had permanent damage!
And now for the winners of my giveaway:
Books go to : Norbu Wangdi and SA Larson
Gift cards go to: K. McKendry, Rachel, and Becky
Congratulations! I'll be contacting you to let you know, and get your mailing addresses.