As is typical in these matters, nothing is as high brow is it’s made out to be. Now I’m hearing it all went, uh, down (the abrupt firing of three “anointed ones” editors at the AJC last week) at the Pink Pony. Breasts, quite large ones apparently, were bared on bars and “affairs” occurred. Cox Plantation-issued gear was supposedly involved in the transmission of some knocker images, and reputations were lost, or won perhaps, depending on what you think of three seriously wasted journo-geeks at the strip clubs all prancing around showing their drunk dumb asses off.
NOTE: You can send me copies of those “images,” but I doubt I’ll post them here. This is a family blog after all.