Note – I have pictures to go with this post. I do not, however, have the right connector to get them off my camera and onto my laptop.
Pretend I have really cool pictures, or go over to Tiffani’s blog to see the only picture that matters. I’ll update this post when I get to a more permanent location and can dig through the eighteen thousand bags of stuff in the back of my car to find my memory stick.
My 24 hours in Atlanta have been characterized by traffic, traffic, and more traffic. I clearly was not thinking clearly when I planned on driving into one of the nation’s largest cities on the Sunday after Thanksgiving when half of Georgia would be heading home from the holiday. My only experience heretofore with the city involved 1) driving through being chased by a hurricane and half of the evacuating Gulf coast community, and 2) seeing James Brown at Hartsfield International Airport on a layover. Neither of those experiences prepared me for navigating downtown with three rowdy boys and a last nerve that was ready to snap at any second.
But all the traffic was worth it to get to meet my bloggy buddy Tiffani for dinner at the world-famous Varsity. She was sweet to get there ahead of time and secure a table for us in the special wheelchair accessible area, and I’m glad she was there early because MY WORD THE PEOPLE that crowded the joint. We hadn’t planned on a Falcon’s game that night and the place was CRAWLING with football fans.
Insert picture of crowds.
Tiff and I left the kids at the table and stood in line to place our order, and I have to say I was a little worried about not being able to spit out my order quickly enough because they just yell at you “What’ll ya’ have?” and you’re supposed to know know know and I freeze under pressure, but I’m pleased to report that I was able to order my chili cheese dogs and onion rings and Frozen Orange without too much trouble.
We got back to the table and poor JuJu was crying because she got something in her eye and I’m sure it had nothing to do with the cayenne pepper that my JJ was blowing into her face.
Insert picture of rings, Tiffani eating a hot dog, and the utter devastation that laid waste to my waist.
Tiffani and I talked and talked like we had known each other all our lives. We talked Ebay, blogging, our mutual love for all things fried, and in between the flying spitwads, and restless and fussing children (mine, mine, and mine), we experienced the blessing of friendship that comes from this weird little online community in which we live.
We spent about an hour and a half there, and we would have stayed longer had we not been forcibly removed from the premises by the police. I would like to say it was because we were being rowdy and obnoxious, but truthfully, it was because a large group of differently abled wheelchair folk arrived to have their own fun night out on the town.
We were slightly amused that they were kicking out the handicapped kid to make room for more handicapped kids, but since the police officer hovered over our table and watched our every bite asked politely , we gathered up our things and headed out into the cold dark night.
Tiff, next time we get together at the Varsity, I’m bringing bail money and we won’t go down without a fight.
And you have beautiful hair.
And even more beautiful children.
And excellent taste in restaurants.
Have a nice day.