Hotlanta, Here I Come....

So, I'm going to Atlanta on a business trip this weekend. Yeah, business trips on Easter weekend suck, but my entire family lives 2200 miles away, so its not like I'd be waking up to the smell of homemade biscuits and gravy and a basket of Cadbury Eggs and chocalate bunnies anyway.

I have a small dilemma. Nothing incredibly dramatic...but perhaps y'all can help me try to sort this out. I'm going with a group of 5 or 6 people from my company. One of the ladies going on the trip is a pretty good friend (in the office relationship sense). She and I have rented a car, as its the first time either one of us has visited the city and we're probably going to have quite a bit of leisure time to go exploring.

Now, as my dear friend Skipper has pointed out, Atlanta is the San Fran of the South. The Greenwich Villiage of Dixie. The Confederate Amsterdam. In short, the gays love it. Naturally, as an on-the-way-out 'mo, I'd kinda like to see some culture. Understand, I'm not going to get too crazy and pop X (its a business trip) or have a godparent threesomes (I love my man) or anything... but I would like to go check out the more fabulous side of things...

The issue: Not out to this coworker. And not really sure that I need to be. My closet-instinct says don't experience colorful Hotlanta this time. Stay away from the Crown Royal (Hotass will confirm, its my Truth Serum), keep the prancing to a minimum, and enjoy a good band or comedian somewhere. This is the most likely route that I'll take. The other option is to just spit it out to her, tell her how much fun she'll have with the queers, and take her chocalate ass to a disco. As much fun as that sounds, I'm not sure its a wise business decision...

Any advice/opinions?