This is an oldie but a goodie. A co-worker and I were in Atlanta a few years back and in one drunken night, learned a few lessons as we hung out in a few bars in Atlanta's Bucktown neighborhood. Protip 1: Your mother was right when she said to be wary of strange men in vans. We asked the guy at the hotel front desk to call us a cab. "I've got some friends who can take you over there," he said. "No problem, my friends." A few minutes later, two guys from Senegal pulled up in a white van and offered to take us to Bucktown. The guys were nice enough and they got us to where we were going. Heck, they even came back at closing time and got us back to the hotel without incident. Looking back, however, climbing into an unmarked van with two random dudes seems pretty shady. Protip 2: If you have to ask, you can't afford it. We started out drinking cheap beer at what looked like a Tiki bar, but what turned out to be part of a huge bar complex and dance club. It was early, so the place was empty, save for us and a very ...