Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Hello. I am a bad blogger.

Motivation just isn't here at the moment. Hopefully it will return soon. Maybe it's because I'm now 32 and no longer feel cool enough to blog.

... Nah, I'm totally cool. That's why I'm guessing I'll be back soon. I think.

Sunday, March 08, 2009

Super-amazing-perfect weekend

I've officially fallen in love with Atlanta.

Years of resistance have proved futile, as much as it pains me to admit. Spending too many hours in the burbs helped create a disdain for most things Atlanta, while loathing the notion of ever transplanting myself from Chattanooga to the city where many friends are found.

But, I have to say that in the last few months a fresh prospective — gleaned from time spent actually in the city — has taken hold. Shame on me for not taking the time to leave the suburbs sooner.

This past weekend was truly fantastic. It all began with lunch at La Fonda (chicken tacos = YUM!), then a stroll through Oakland Cemetery ... a truly beautiful historic site that is practically in downtown Atlanta. Margaret Mitchell is buried there, along with six Georgia governors and golf great Robert T. Jones. Next up was a quick stop into Young Blood Gallery & Boutique. An eclectic shop that features local emerging artists, I loved the idea when I noticed the sign as we drove past. I had to stop, turn around and go in. Lots of cool stuff; too bad I'm on a budget because I could go nuts there.

Next up was a quick rest at Mike's condo and then off to Loca Luna, a tapas restaurant. Every single thing we ordered was fantastic. Add a spectacular Salsa band to the de-lish food and powerful caipirinhas, and you've got a slice a heaven for this girl.

After crashing hard last night, we got up this morning and headed over to Babs, which is quickly becoming my favorite place for Sunday brunch. Besides the you've-died-and-gone-to-heaven menu, the service is better than excellent. They make you feel like you're an old friend coming by for a morning chat. Seriously, these guys know how to treat their customers. Love 'em.

Next up was a little Frisbee-throwing in the park. I haven't even mentioned how PERFECT the weather was. Holy goodness, it was like spring landed in our laps. A t-shirt and blue jeans was too hot, and I couldn't have been happier to break a sweat while running around chasing a Frisbee among lots of other folks who were enjoying the beautiful weather as much as we were.

The weekend was pretty much perfect. These are the times I will always remember, and that makes me happy.

* The photo was taken at Oakland Cemetery.

Sunday, March 01, 2009

Well worth a vacation day

No, this isn't a crime scene. Not a real one, at least. Poor Jerry Garcia's head kind of exploded, but luckily it was just filled with stuffing that resembled his hair and beard. No one was harmed in the explosion, either.

Friday night was spent watching a few crazy folks (attempting to) zoom through a course (pictured above) on tricycles. I had hoped to participate, but finding a used tricycle isn't as easy as one might think ... at the last minute, of course. So the Cockeyed Yak Gang resigned ourselves to being mere spectators. A bummer, indeed, but fun nonetheless!

I don't know this guy, but he wasn't playing. Check out that tongue ... that's concentration!

Mike, rather excited to be there, wanted his picture taken. So, Internets, meet Mike.

I, on the other hand, wasn't as happy about having my picture taken, but was having such a great time that I relinquished my camera for a more recent picture of me. I don't look like I'm about to turn 32, right? ... RIGHT?!?!?

And finally, here's a video ... I'm no professional, so I bear no responsibility for any medical conditions you may acquire due to the intense jostling of the camera. And this was by far the least exciting round, but that's just the way it works when I turn the camera on ... nothing terribly exciting happens.