Ah yes, the "new year, new me," mantra...
As the year of 2014 closed I was able to spend it with my best friends, who have earned the title best friend in more ways than one, at Underground Atlanta celebrating the descend of the past year and the climb into the new year. We spent the night listening to the drunk people running about and watching families protect their little ones from the chaos.
Good bands played on the Main Stage and soon enough when Ludacris came on, the entire place erupted into mass entertainment. There was thirty minutes left in 2014 and the entire place was packed with locals jamming to our favorite rapper born and raised in our city.
Would I go again? Probably not, but if an artist I liked was performing at any of the stages set up, I would.
We were right in front of the peach as it dropped down and we yelled with the rest of the crowd ringing in the new year as fireworks and confetti were blasted for our entertainment. We stayed until our favorite songs were played by Luda, and we continued "throwing our hands up" and rapping along with him, well, to the best of our ability that is.
Soon after the peach dropped, we all went back to my best friend's apartment and had our own little party that consisted of cotton candy, chips and salsa, and recovering from freezing our behinds off. The next morning we slept in until practically noon and our clothes smelled of dirty downtown struggles (weed, alcohol, and smoke, which were none of our own).
I would recommend going to the Peach Drop at least once! We got there before the crowds came tumbling into Underground so we got to be right in front of the peach as it dropped and we got to watch Ludacris and the other acts perform from a good, but still safe distance. There is a lot of security and a lot of police monitoring the crowds everywhere you look.
We did take Marta, the Atlanta transit system, to Underground and it was probably a lot easier than driving and finding a parking spot in the chaos getting there and leaving would be a totally different story. The train cars were packed, but mostly everyone was respectful to each other during the cramped ride.
Would I go again? Probably not, but if an artist I liked was performing at any of the stages set up, I would.