This past weekend we traveled to Hotlanta to visit The Black Lips, mostly because they told us they were playing a show with our YouTube heroes Riff Raff and Eli Porter, which prompted Rachey (after several drinks) to book us tickets on her cell phone (squinty one-eye open style I imagine). We had an action-packed itinerary which included the following: strip club, cheese grits, squirrel hunting, Civil War laser light show, church sermon, a visit to Nick Cave’s favorite restaurant, and a few other awesome Atlanta-specific things. We only did two of the above, but it was still the best weekend ever. See: hanging out with the ATL Twins (although I’m still not sure what they do exactly) and also, cheese grits.

Here’s how it went down, according to our cell phones:


This is where Jared told me to go from the train station.


Fuck a flyer.


Grandma Mimi Swilley is pretty much the baddest b*tch on the planet.


Cole is making this guy into gloves.


French Sara is super down with America.


This is a fondue restaurant that looks like a pirate ship. No bigs.


This is the grave of said fondue restaurant’s dead alligator mascot.


Cole and Bradford Cox djing at an art gallery.


Oh nothing just a purple house with a porch where I will one day live MARK MY WORDS.


Jared wheelin’ and dealin’ in his office, y’all.


This t-shirt is everything.


Slimerrrrr.


This t-shirt art is pretttttty cool I guess.


Eli Porter et al.


Ian’s got a mouth on him.


Creeping on Riff Raff.


Riff Raff rappin’ about Marc Jacobs.


Happy Mother’s Day, y’all!


Lips and Cox shredding.


TP’ing the crowd.


Valentina, our newest Cultist contrib.


One of the ATL Twins (Sydney I think?)


The other twin (Thurman?) and his Misfits chain thing that I wanted to steal but I didn’t because I’m a good person deep down.

The end.