OK, so chaos doesn’t necessarily ensue, but we do know how to have fun. This Saturday the Atlanta chapter of STC tailgated and watched a Gwinnett Braves game. This was my first event as 2nd VP of the chapter, and I think it was a success. We had great snacks, good music, and fun people. Even the weather cooperated to give us a beautiful day despite forecasts of rain.
Unfortunately, I didn’t get to stay for the game, because Roger and I already had plans for that night. But we tailgated for a few hours. I definitely recommend going to a game, because the facility is super nice and the traffic isn’t bad at all. I hope I get to go back soon and actually see a game. But for now, I can tell you the parking lot is very nice and well suited to tailgaters.
. . . there are no love bugs.
On a trip to visit my parents, Roger and I turned onto one of the many back roads in Wilmer and were pelted with splatterings to the windshield. Like any born and raised Gulf Coast girl, I knew exactly what was happening – love bugs flying like mindless idiots. There are so many of them that you often mistake them for rain, until you realize wait, rain doesn’t leave smudges . . . ewww. Welcome to Alabama my friends!
The curious thing is, I hadn’t realized it was love bug season yet (oh yes, there’s a season – the bugs show up twice a year every year). And that’s when I fell in love with Atlanta all over again. Sure, we drive on 7 lanes of I-75 in mind-numbing traffic while risking our lives as we dodge 18-wheelers trying to merge onto 285. But I’ll take it any day over swarms of love bugs.
However, mosquitoes do inhabit Atlanta. I should know. I was bit 7 times this weekend. And I won’t mention the huge black spiders I’ve seen in our garage (even Roger thinks they’re big).
Attention all bugs: you can bite me! Well, you know what I mean.
We took a long lunch today and ventured to Eats. I’m a huge fan of cheese tortellini, so my coworkers immediately suggested I eat at this place. I ordered the cheese-filled spinach tortellini with alfredo sauce, and it was YUMMMMM-Y! They also serve another one of my favorite foods – jerk chicken. So you know what that means . . . we have to go back!
Our Sunday school teacher Russ has season tickets to the Falcons game, but he couldn’t go last Sunday. So he gave us his tickets. It was my first time in the Georgia Dome and my first time to see an NFL game. I was not disappointed. Continue reading