I’ve become a one-way MARTA rider. Yesterday I took the train to Peachtree Center station and walked to the MB Dome from there. After the tour, and subsequent lunch, I chose not to take the train again and hoofed it back to work.
Today I somehow managed to convince myself that taking MARTA into work, so that I can walk back to my car later, was still a good idea. Considering that I made it into the office before 8:15am, after a late start, and that I also stopped at Dancing Goats coffee to pick up a cup of coffee perhaps it was a good idea. I’ll see how I feel this afternoon. One of the benefits of being an intown worker is that I have multiple options for getting back to my car these days, so if I am in pain or simply don’t feel like walking, I can choose an alternative method.
Bulla For You, Never Again For Me
After German class last night, don’t ask it wasn’t good for me, my classmate Mike and I decided to try the newest hipster joint in Midtown — Bulla Gastrobar. Mistake.
The bar/restaurant has just opened, so I’ll give them a bye for not having their beer taps working yet. Then, as if on cue the bartender replied with “That’s the only beer we don’t have in stock at the moment” when I ordered a $6 bottle of Lagunitas IPA. Mike had ordered a Cigar City Jai-Alai, so I did the same. When my bill arrived and I saw that Bulla charges $9 for a can of Cigar City I nearly fell off the barstool.
Fool me once,
Shame on you
Fool me twice,
Won’t get fooled again
And to think that I thought GW Bush was an idiot a president. Trump makes him look like a goddamn Rhodes Scholar!
I have so much more to say, but not enough time to say anything else.
Make it a good Wednesday.