As yesterday afternoon progressed I decided that I was completely unprepared for the chilly, rainy weather if I were to go to the hash, so I skipped. Dangen! Mark my useless words, come 2015 I am returning to hashing. (psst: more of these “Come-2015isms” will be spouted next week)
The Jackmobile’s transmission was acting up again last night as I fought traffic home; I stopped by QT last night and filled its gas tank up for potentially the last time. Tomorrow I will have to sneak out of work in order to do some test driving of Mazas, Kias, Hyundais, and perhaps Subarus. Because of this I need to hope that all goes well at work today; things would be better if people would stop changing my requirements as I attempt to finish before Christmas.
I finally saw the The Amazing Race finale last night, on my big screen in the basement no less! Unfortunately the winners were spoiled for me via a tweet that I accidentally saw. I had not set up my Twitter mute filter to last long enough because I assumed that my purchased episode would have been in my iTunes long before yesterday. In case there is at least one of you out there who has yet to see the finale I won’t spoil it for you, but I will say that I was pleased by the outcome. Barb, I kept a lookout for your Matson shipping containers. I thought it was funny when the fireman recognized Bethany; come to think of it I have seen her in some print advertisements for something or other recently.
MARTA Today, But Not Tomorra
Since the Jackmobile was acting up yesterday I decided that I should ride MARTA today, so I have. Today is also the first day I’ve worn the rain jacket that I bought for my Europe trip this past Summer. Tomorrow will be a different story however as I have plans that are not near a MARTA rail line (imagine that) and I do not wish to even consider riding the MARTA busses.
Tomorrow I will be treating myself to two fantastic meals, putting aside my desire to lose weight for one day. In the morning I am going to eat breakfast at Buttermilk Kitchen, a restaurant on Roswell Road a couple of miles inside the perimeter (the way I like it) that I have eaten at and enjoyed twice before. Tomorrow night I will be eating at Gunshow in Glenwood Park for the first time; I’ve wanted to eat at at Gunshow since it opened, but it’s a tapas-style menu which doesn’t lend itself to solo dining and every time I’ve brought up going there with other people they balk at spending the money. This meal is supposed to be a special gathering of Chef Kevin Gillespie and forty ticketed diners, we’ll see if this holds up.
Time to make miracles happen…