Wow, I could have had a better weekend, but it would have been very hard to do so…
I’ve Joined The ‘Big Boy/Girl’ Club
It took me nearly five years to do so, but I’ve managed to finally eclipse beer #125 at Taco Mac. On Friday I joined some co-workers at the Taco Mac just ITP in The Prado (nee Frankie’s for those of you who’ve lived in Atlanta awhile). We chose this Taco Mac over our customary local(er) Taco Mac because it has a big covered patio and we figured that this might be the last Friday on which one would want to sit outside. Our plan worked well for about an hour until Taco Mac decided to turn on there overhead patio heaters / broilers. The heat was intense and the fans installed to blow and distribute the heat generated by the glowing red broilers did little. Our table complained / pleaded with no fewer than three Taco Mac employees / managers explaining to them that we chose to sit outside because we figured the weather was fine and that anyone complaining to be cold could easily move indoors. Our pleas fell on mostly deaf ears. Occasionally the heating system would be turned off for a few minutes only to return with reckless abandon. The group wound up leaving much earlier than planned because we couldn’t take the heat.
A few of the heavy drinkers in the group, myself included, headed to The Fred — situated directly below Taco Mac — to add a few high gravity beverages to our Taco Mac Passport/Brewniversity lists. Of the three of us my 125 beers was the fewest.
Not A Hurtin’ Albertan, But I Was A Hurtin’ Atlantan
After the Taco Mac / The Fred outing I drove down to the Peachtree Tavern in Buckhead. I hadn’t realized until I got there that I’d been to the bar before, many many years ago when it was The Chameleon Club — see also one of the greatest Dayroom shows I ever saw, complete with a girl named Domnique; but that’s another story…
I arrived a little before the announced 10pm starting time and grabbed a Sierra Nevada Pale Ale and waited for the show to start. I was standing about five feet from the stage and except for perhaps Corb Lund and the Hurtin’ Albertans’ final three songs I had an unencumbered view of the stage (in fact, I should have brought my camera).
The show, at least for me, was phenomenal. Once the band was done I went to chat with Lund, shook his hand — he’s a country singer so I had no concern for injuring him — and had a very brief chat before others joined in. I later chatted with the band’s bass player and even purchased him a beer — no, I don’t really know why, who seemed nice enough but perhaps a little freaked out that someone was chatting with him. I will certainly try to see Lund and his band perform again sometime in the future.
To my surprise the place was nearly completely full when Jason Boland’s band took the stage. I stayed around for a handful of songs, all of which were good, before deciding that it was time for me to head home.
Far From The Same
Most of Buckhead has changed since the days I used to drink at the bars and work out at Jeanne’s Body Tech. I’ve gotten used to seeing the change in the party scene but was floored to see how small Jeanne’s has become since I let my membership lapse almost ten years ago. And then I walked past the bank, which was once the room in which I used to do aerobics, and for lack of a better term, became verklempt.
Camping With The Hash
As with the case for many things, it’s not quantity, it’s quality. When I arrived in Pine Mountain on Saturday I was shocked to see so few in attendance. At our peak there were twelve hashers in camp. That count was about half of the people whose names I saw on the “committed” list. Their loss.
The weather (and color) could have been no better this weekend. Since I was staying just one night I transformed the Jackmobile into a tent and spent a surprisingly comfortable night in it sleeping — though I re-remembered some of the previous tricks I had learned too late.
The five mile trail laid by Supersuck and High Dicker was great. I actually did a wee bit of “running” on trail, though I credit most of that to declines. After the hash I was nominated a GM of the Fall Campout and ran circle — not bad for my first time. Given our intimate size I made sure that each hasher got to do a down-down.
The food of chicken for lunch and pulled pork for dinner, along with a full breakfast spread on Sunday was delicious. I’m surprised that my weight was not higher given the quantities of food and beer I consumed this weekend.
I couldn’t help be feel as if I were being pranked this morning. I searched high and low for the carrying case for my iPad. I tore apart the bedding, I looked in the clothing hamper, I even looked in the trash — to no avail. I searched the den completely; I searched the kitchen completely; I searched the living room completely; three rooms in which I knew that I had spent time yesterday — to no avail. And the finally, while just about to give up I remembered the five minutes I spent in the guest bedroom — and there it was.
It reminds me of another account from Friday night. While sitting outside, and before the broilers were turned on, two women at the table behind me bumped into me as they passed. Each woman apologized, and I told each that it was okay. Then, the second woman, a rather attractive blond asked “Do you ever feel like you are on camera, you know, like on Candid Camera?” I was so stunned by her question that I really had no good answer, muttered a few things, and watched her walk away. And that my friends is how you can stay single your entire life!
Stats & Goals
Current Mood – a little run down
Current Music – silence as I upgrade iTunes
Website Of The Day – If you’ve used an iPhone you’ve no doubt experienced one opportunity to say Damn You, Auto-Correct.
Mode Of Transportation To Work – my car
Exercise (b)Log – Saturday: hashing, 5 miles
Morning Weigh-In – 205 pounds
Pages Of 1001 Paintings You Must See Before You Die Read – 77
Foot Mileage – ~9 miles, Wheel Mileage – 0 miles
Pushups – 0, Situps – 25
Consecutive Days Of Bed-Making (Longest Streak) – 0 (0)
Vegetarian Days – 0, Carnivorous Days – 14
Marta Rides To Work – 0
Bike Rides To Work – 0
– Not to get sick for the entire month
– Not get fired from my job
– Ride my bicycle no fewer than 100 miles
– Run no fewer than 50 miles
– Determine the fate of Sharpened Stone, LLC
– lose five pounds
– eat vegetarian at least one day a week
– Reduce my weight to 185 pounds (starting weight was 198 pounds) [update: On July 1 I’ve sadly gained weight; I’m at 203 pounds]
– Completely read the book 1001 Paintings You Must See Before You Die
– Earn at least $150 through photography sales in order to cover the cost for the renewal of the Sharpened Stone.
– Save $500 for the sole purpose of donating to charitable organizations of my choice
– Attend at least one professional photography workshop
– Enter no fewer than three photographic competitions / gallery showings
Get the Black Sheep stats out of Excel and online, completed
Ride in no fewer than two 50 mile or 50K bike rides, completed
Complete my Taco Mac Passport requirement of 125 beers, completed
– Continue backing up all data, including the off-site storage
– Become a proficient programmer in
PHP and CSS Objective-C
– Do not create a solution for something which is not a problem