It’s intriguing to me how many people I see on MARTA repeatedly. What’s even stranger is that I seem to see the same folks in bursts.
A Miss And A Hit
Thanks in part to MARTA’s ability to bypass stopped Atlanta car traffic I made it down to Little 5 Points with ample time to eat dinner before going to Horizon Theatre for last night’s performance of “The Santaland Diaries”.
One of the benefits of riding MARTA from the Dunwoody station is a good view of the Concourse Buildings (King and Queen), as well as Atlanta’s shitty traffic. The crane you see in the foreground is for the new State Farm HQ building — bringing another large office building should ease traffic immensely.
I walked from Horizon’s parking lot up to the Yacht Club where I decided, no matter how wrongly, to treat myself to dinner and a beer. I entered the room, stepped quickly through the smoking section, and found a table in the non-smoking section.
A quick aside. I know El Myr doesn’t give a shit if I ever return, but I cannot even think to eat there again until they ban indoor smoking.
As I entered the non-smoking side of Yacht Club I saw this year’s array of Gingerbread Trailers and damned myself for forgetting about this even again. Seriously, I’m amazed how much information I can forget in a year’s time.
I had ample time to gaze at the trailers because in the ten minutes I sat at a table I never saw a server. So I got up and left.
I considered going to Porter Beer Bar but it looked packed and I didn’t have a lot of time, so I wandered up to Little 5 Pizza and ordered a couple of slices and a Coke.
Another aside, I’ll always think of Little 5 Pizza as a Fellini’s because that’s what it was when I moved to Atlanta in 1995; oh, and I still miss The Point.
Two mediocre slices of pizza later I wandered back down to Horizon where I settled in for an enjoyable evening. Even though I felt like the lone singleton in a sea of couples I once again enjoyed the performance, which is tweaked slightly every year.
As I’ve proven with the Gingerbread Trailer I forget a lot of things, including how many times I’ve seen “The Santaland Diaries” performed.
I’ve been told that I need to release some software today so I better get to it.
Cheers,
Paulie [eatl/ga]
It was a big night at George’s last night with many faces not seen for some time. Occasional blog ready Betsy even showed up!
Boner and I ran the beginning of the Inman route, then detoured onto the Beltline. Many nice Christmas lights on Sinclair Ave- paralell to Highland.
Depending on your timing, you might have run into the Christmas Pub Crawl, as I heard one of the stops was to be the Yacht Club.
Meeting the new Grand-nephew tonight in Decatur- Luther. Debbie wouldn’t let me buy him a Superman onesy (Lex Luther… get it?)
And it’s Friday!
-FP
Correction: It’s YOUR Friday.
If I had a trustworthy car and no plans for Saturday night I’d probably not get another day off until Christmas Day. Along with many other things in my life this behavior will change in 2015.
I got home last night, asked Allan about dinner (& going to George’s) and he said – I want a margarita & some mexican food! Shocked me because he rarely cares what we eat, I always have to decide. It was a good margarita. He is finally feeling better.
I invited a few people over for dinner Saturday night, it has ballooned into a 16 person dinner party. Luckily, a few others are helping out with the food. Should be fun, but looks like we will have to move it into the garage & borrow a table again. Allan just laughs when this happens…… gotta love our Parrothead friends.
My office building just had a fire drill, and I’m partially to blame since I mentioned not having one in a while during a recent conversation.
I made the best of it by walking to Costco and buying some food for me to eat at the office. While I was lugging my box of goodies I tried to convince myself that it was training for The Amazing Race. 😀
oh yeah – isn’t the final episode on soon for Amazing Race?
The finale is on Friday night.
Y’all pick a crappy day to have a fire drill.
Yeah they did. It started to sprinkle on my walk back, which made me nervous since I was wearing a leather jacket. Guess I better pack an umbrella for my walk to MARTA tonight.
It’s not Friday, it’s Thursday! Best night of the week! Thursday night is ramble night, which reminds me that I need to charge my lights.