people say she’s crazy…

2) In-House Pot Luck. On Sunday, I thought I was having some people over, so I bought some foodstuffs. Then we rescheduled. So I had my usually influx of veggies plus new stuff, and I was leaving town on Tuesday. Silly, silly me. So I rounded up the nearby troops (including the elusive TvG!) and subjected them to my cooking! I cooked up and served all of the stuff that would spoil while I was away. This meant mashed potatoes, roasted (mysterious and under-seasoned) kuri (not suri) squash, cranberry sauce, corn bread, a big ass salad, bruschetta made with cherry tomatoes and string cheese, and fruit salad. Stieb even finished off my leftover mac and cheese! The Zang brought a giant pie, Jessica contributed her appropriately-seasoned and less mysterious butternut squash, and no one objected to the fact that I sprinkled all of it with flatleaf parsley because I had like half a pound of it to get through. No one died, a small dent was made in my hilariously large beer collection and the only things that didn’t get finished were the salads and the squash. Close enough! Anyway, dishes done, suitcase packed, off to Hotlanta!

3) Atlanta. The weather was mild. The food was delicious. My Aunt Rona kicked some T-Day ass, and everyone–EVERYONE–should go to the 5 Seasons Brewing in Sandy Springs where the TGI Fridays used to be in the Prado. Hands down, the best restaurant meal I’ve had in a long time. And I had quail buffalo wings and a rabbit and duck pizza. Ok, stop gagging. The menu is delightful from top to bottom (and not made up entirely of weird game). It definitely beat out the revised Brooklyn Cafe (where the menu is 1/3 of what it used to be since they excised all of the pasta and where the food was fine but our cokehead waiter was impossible to look at/listen to/be near. Brooklyn Cafe people, if you Google yourself a lot and came across this, please fire that guy–not only was he making us seasick and extremely uncomfortable, he also managed to spill olive oil on the floor off the edge of an olive plate (which he never got for us so I got myself) and narrowly missed ruining my grandfather’s pants and shoes. FYI. Also, FIX YOUR MENU! You are a damn staple of Sandy Springs and clearly the new format is not working.). Also we went to Waffle House. So the trip was culinarily complete.

4) Buckhead Bingo! Once a year, I go out in Atlanta. It is always the day after Thanksgiving, and I always see the same people. To capitalize on this occasion, my friends and I developed a highly scientific, customized bingo game–Buckhead Bingo! We found a bingo card generator online, entered our 25 items to be crossed off (no headings like B-I-N-G and O, just a board), including “Too Old to Be Here,” “Engaged/Married,” “Wearing a Pink Shirt,” “Popped Collar,” “Prom/PDC Date” and went to town. Literally. It was a great idea. And it made the annual Churchill’s experience that much funnier. Is it worth making a 5-year reunion special board? We’re thinking about it.

5) The GRE. Happens this coming Saturday morning. Dan takes the LSAT at the same time (but will be testing for way longer than I will be, I think. I hope.), so then we will be fweeeee of our standardized hells. Meanwhile, I am learning all kinds of math! Or I guess you could say that I’m re-learning, because 5 or 6 years ago, all of this would have been very easy. I feel like I am recovering from a stroke or something, and every math problem I do rebuilds some long lost brain cells. It isn’t “coming right back” like I was told it would. I am relearning, and it is taking a long time. Consequently, I will be very boring this week. Because equilateral triangles are waging a war against my better judgement, non-integers sneak up where I do not wish to encounter them and those terrible graph problems I never read through properly WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME! But I digress. The GRE, this Saturday. I’ll let you know how it goes, if it’s worth gloating about!

That is all. Monday is as Monday does. There’s a great deal more I could say about my trip to Atlanta, things like, “Sadly, don’t go see For Your Consideration, because despite having all the trappings of funny, it is actually a terrible movie,” or “Eckerd Drugs is the poor man’s poor man’s Walgreen’s,” or “Reel resigned because no way can they raise $100 million with that kind of affinity-killer weighing heavily on the minds of the last 10 years worth of graduates, nearly 2000 young alumni who want nothing to do with him but don’t have a [racist, bigoted] Bear to recall fondly and are generally lost,” but maybe I’ll save those for next time.

Happy Almost December!