Week Seven.

Photo Seven.

Observations: To state the obvious, I slacked off on my duties last week. I know, I know. But as they say, back on the horse again right?

This weekend my friend came to visit from Athens. This was the first time she had seen my new place and I took it as an opportunity to take her around the city and explore my new neighborhood a little bit myself. The entire weekend was packed with discovering new places to eat and drink all around the city. Everyday we tried somewhere new. The itinerary included Dark Horse Tavern, West Egg Cafe, American Roadhouse, the Corner Tavern in West Midtown and Panita. This is a pic from West Egg where I got the Elvis French toast which features 3 inch slices of French toast sandwiching the ungodly combination of  peanut butter, banana slices, and bacon.

As far as drinks go, we decided to take our first venture to Dark Horse Tavern on Friday night. Those of you who know me, know that I am much more at home in a gay bar than I am at at straight one. There is a very different bar etiquette that I haven’t mastered yet. After an hour and a half of quietly sipping Malibu and diets on what was becoming an exceedingly crowded porch, I had lost any hope that the night was going anywhere. With much resignation I headed to the bar to close my tab and accept my failed attempt at showing my friend a good time. As I was shamelessly staring down the bar tender in hopes of catching his attention, a group of friends beside me struck up some conversation. Now I don’t consider myself a “bar person” in that I don’t usually talk to people that I haven’t come with or know somehow already. For some reason though, I felt particularly fed up with being bored that night. In fact, these friends actually turned out to be really cool people. The night turned out to be a lot of fun despite its rocky (read: boring) start.

I am a pretty firm believer that if you put yourself into situations with even the slightest openness to whatever could come your way that the world will respond in like. I have realized lately how long I have lived shut off, not allowing anything unexpected or different to happen in my life. As a result, I missed out on a lot of experiences that could have been really amazing or hell, could have been really terrible. Either way, I am tired of the predictable and expected. I’m ready for adventure and I’m going to try to open myself up to it in every way I know how.

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Week Five.

Photo Five.

Observations: Today one of my best friends flew into Atlanta for a layover on his way to Africa. I got to see him for lunch and we got to hang out for a few hours. After not seeing him for months, it was nice to see his face. Just now, I realized that two of my very best friends are thousands of miles away on other continents. As I sat here in Atlanta I realized just how much I miss each of them. While I know that in time I will see each of them again, right now the distance seems very real. It has been a while since I’ve felt particularly melancholy. In fact, over the past few weeks I have been floating around in a state of pretty unshakeable bliss. But on the drive home from the airport, at that certain time of day when the sun is low in the sky and everything is cast in that pre-twilight glow mixed with the unseasonably warm Georgia air, that all too familiar melancholy feeling hit me. Just like that, I felt very alone. At that moment I realized how that feeling of having people you care about so far away always lives just below the surface, and how you skim over it day in and day out. But it only takes a moment for it to hit you. You hear that hilarious thing that only they would get or something upsets you or you see them for just a short while, you immediately feel how real those feelings are and how they were there all this time. More than anything, I am glad I have these people in my life and to know that even though they are miles and miles away that those friendships can stretch any distance.

Day Thirty Five.

Photo Thirty Five.

Observations: FINALLY! I’m back! Things got a little hairy there for a minute. More on that later.

Photo taken at Yeah! Burger on the Westside. Pre-apartment shopping mayhem. This day did not go as either my sister or I had planned. Originally we were suppose to meet up at 10:30..first mistake. We didn’t get on the road until 11:15. Next, we were both starving and had decided the day before our excursion that we would get breakfast (turned out to be more like lunch) before we began the hunt. We ended up driving from one end of Atlanta to the other trying to find somewhere to eat that didn’t have a 30 minute wait on a Saturday. We ended up at the Westside Yeah! Burger, when we started this whole journey right across the street from the Eastside Yeah! Burger in the Virginia Highlands. Such went the rest of the day. The first set of apartments in NW Atlanta we visited were NOT what I was hoping to see. Turns out when you set a budget for a one bedroom apartment in downtown Atlanta below about 800 bucks a month, you got some slim pickings. There was one long-shot complex in Lenox we pulled up to which immediately looked out of my price range. The small one bedroom the agent showed me looked just like Carrie Bradshaw’s from Sex and the City. I was in love. Other than this little sliver of budget-denial optimism, the rest of the day completely stressed me out and got me a little discouraged on the apartment hunt. I couldn’t really picture myself living in any of the places we visited. Expectations were not meeting reality, not an uncommon problem for spoiled white suburban girls. All I can say is, thank god for that Stella at noon.

Day Twenty Two.

Photo Twenty Two.

Observations: Forgive my recent absence from posting. Due to Halloween I had to take the entire weekend to pull my costume together, carve pumpkins, eat a million pieces of bite-size candies, get drunk, listen to Thriller, watch Rocky Horror, and have an amazing time in general. But let’s start at the beginning.

October 29th, Photo Twenty Two. Jo Calderone. As you know, gays are my audience. Therefore, I found dressing up as Lady Gaga as Jo Calderone (for those of you who don’t know, here is a little background) was the perfect Halloween costume choice. Upon first glance every gay man (and a few straight women) could identify my reference. This was also the first time in my life where my breasts were too big and threw the costume off (the next night I decided, with the help of Megan, that I would Saran wrap them down). But all in all, the Jo costume was a huge success.

Friday of Halloween weekend began with pumpkin carving, a failed barbecue, and a viewing of Rocky Horror at the Plaza Theatre come midnight. I am always a big fan of outrageous counter-culture displays, and Friday night at Rocky Horror is one of its meccas granted Halloween weekend draws a few mainstreamers. Now I am no stranger to Rocky Horror but I wouldn’t call myself a regular. However, I must have some kind of cred because I did show up dressed as Janet last Halloween. While this year wasn’t quite such a production on my part, Rocky Horror is always a good time no matter what. Megan and I purchased all the paraphernalia earlier in the night so we were prepared with squirt guns, confetti, and toilet paper. Add in a few drinks at the Righteous Room next door before showtime and we were down for whatever the night had in store. Drew came to join us afterward and we were ushered into the theatre filled with virgins and enthusiasts alike. The Lips Down on Dixie cast was as hilarious as I remember. Everyone felt free to be rude, crude, and generally obnoxious in every way. I loved it.

Day Seventeen.

Photo Seventeen.

Observations: Ah, yes. The season of the horror genre (also known as the season of boots and leggings) is upon us. If you know good television then you already know about The Walking Dead and what a gory, bloody, brilliant show it is. Who doesn’t want to see a zombie gutted with a hunting knife in search of the contents of his stomach, only after fighting through layers of blood, intestine, and unidentifiable meaty bits? A lot of people I imagine, but I’m not one of them. I have a special fondness for The Walking Dead since it is filmed right here in Atlanta, Georgia. In fact, my alma mater Georgia State University is actually in a few episodes from Season One. (GSU was also featured in Zombieland, which was pretty cool too.) Unfortunately, I missed most of the later episodes of Season One for one reason or the other. Now that Season Two is starting up I have decided I must get caught up and fast. I already watched the Season Two premiere last Sunday which promised some intense story lines in the near future. It’s the perfect gore fix leading up to my most favorite of holidays.

If you guys watched it, what did you think? Going to be as good or better than last season?