Life Is A Series Of Lessons

Most of which I never wanted to learn.

My Body Should Be A Temple, Not A Dumpster
On Friday I received a last-minute invite to a bachelor party being held at the Brick Store in Decatur. Can you say “Belgium”? I knew that you could. Staying out drinking until 1am was something that I have not done much of recently, I paid dearly by sleeping in late on Saturday morning.

On Sunday I attended a wedding at Rhodes Hall. Having driven by, hell even run by, the building many times I was excited to see what was inside. The building is an impressive house built in 1904 proving it’s never a bad time to be rich. The ceremony was spectacular, with a beautiful bride and a groom who I doubt will ever don a tux again. The fact that the bride and groom had secured some Fat Tire Amber Ale for the event also didn’t suck.

I’ve been treating myself very poorly lately, my constant over-indulgences continue to make me sick, and as of today this will have to change.

And On Saturday I Attended A Clan Meeting
By the crowds present everywhere you’d swear that nothing fun was going on Saturday, but nothing could had been further from the truth. My friend Betsy and I tried to go to the Big Green Egg EggFest, but found out that it was completely sold out, so we bagged that idea. Instead we headed to Stone Mountain where a huge crowd gathered for the Stone Mountain Highland Games amongst other attractions. What I had forgotten to mention going on Saturday was the Decatur Beer Festival. My omission didn’t hurt them, that was sold out in advance also. Betsy and I even saw people sitting near the Decatur Starbucks hold signs that said “Need Tickets”.

One explanation I heard was that Georgia had a bye week therefore many fans sought out other activities.

Walking around the Highland Games was quite enjoyable. While I had my camera gear I chose not to take photos. If I had I’d have a picture of perhaps the funniest thing I saw all day, a teenage girl dressed in tartan but made up in goth. She was obviously representing the Clan of Goth.

ITP Flickr Pic
Feeling a little hollow today, much like these husks.

Nuts To You, #1

Hoping for better times soon.

How Quickly The Mighty Can Fall
Apparently I need to reverse the “Opposite Theory” when selecting college football picks. Last week I finished on top of the pack, this week my picks landed me on the bottom of the back. Oops.

And now for some ideas stolen from LiveJournal…
Current Mood – bummed
Current Music – Sirius Satellite Radio, Channel 26 playing Longwave — “No Direction”
Website Of The DayReboiled is an interesting art project.
Exercise (b)Log – nothing
Monthly Mileage – 9 miles
Mode Of Transportation To WorkMarta

October Goal
1) Find happiness

Paulie [eatl/ga]

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6 Responses to Life Is A Series Of Lessons

  1. Stacy says:

    What – no wedding photo? I thought that would be the photo-of-the-day! 🙂

    I, too, heard about the Decatur Beer Festival, but given last year’s way-too-crowded experience, decided not to even bother. Was that really a year ago already though? Wow.

  2. Paulie [eatl/ga] says:

    I chose to leave the wedding photography to the professional. I was going to shoot at the reception, but that would have slowed down my Fat Tire consumption.

    I also find it hard to believe that it was a year ago. The only reason I knew that it was occurring this past Saturday was because I was at Brick Store on Friday night.

  3. Martha says:

    Nothing seemed to slow down my comsuption yesterday…

  4. willy says:

    Hey All, Went to the Beer Festival ..(1st time) although crowded I had an excellent time. Saw a few friends and hashers including an old timer named Polyester. Try it next year!….Bill

  5. Paulie [eatl/ga] says:

    Willy, glad to hear you had fun. As for me I shall never return to the Decatur Beer Festival. I’ve been about four times and have found that I don’t deal well with its crowds, and for the price of admission I can buy a lot of beer.

  6. Barb says:

    hey Paulie – if you ever venture OTP to Marietta & stop by, we now have Fat Tire, Blue Paddle, Trippel & Skinny Dip chilled. Allan’s mom managed to bring back plenty on her last roadtrip to Colorado. You just have to love the fact that she actually remembers to load up the van when she leaves Fort Collins.

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