I used to have a photo of a cute young lady with short hair, serving a platter of pancakes. If I still had this image today I would have posted it here (even though I have no idea who the lady was). At that point I assume an audible “ugh” would have been emitted by you, accompanying a head shake of disapproval.
I had a nearly-wonderful weekend even though it included at least ten hours spent in the office.
On Friday evening I attended a shindig thrown by ITP-Reader Barb and her husband Allan. In attendance were ITP-Readers Bob and Laura, and ITP-Readers Steve and Debbie, amongst the many others. Steve was nattily attired in a tuxedo of all things! Well played, sir. I had a great time eating too much food and drinking too much wine.
On Saturday morning I drove up to the office stopping at Starbuck’s along the way. A jolly lass concocted a Ginger Bread latte for me and upsold me a pound of Christmas-blend coffee.
Saturday evening’s enjoyment was “A Christmas Carol” masterly performed at Atlanta’s Shakespeare Tavern. By the time I arrived (and I thought that I was early!) they theatre had sold out of Shepard’s Pie so I ordered a Cornish Pasty. I so wish that I appreciated Shakespeare’s works more so that I could attend more performances there.
I ended Saturday evening at The Shed, chatting up Mandy while I sat at an empty bar eating an apple cobbler while drinking red wine.
Yesterday saw my dine for breakfast at Einstein’s Bagels in Sandy Springs (or is that Dunwoody), well, I took the food to work as soon as a handful of loud children entered the establishment. After working I made one more visit to Taco Mac.
I may have to stop going to Taco Mac, not because I don’t like the place as much as I used to, but because I can no longer find beers that I want to drink that continue my pursuit of Brewniversity greatness. If I could only think of something else to do other than drink and eat after work…. Nope, I have not yet made it to LA Fitness.
Merry Christmas Eve, friends! Be safe.