This weekend was, by far, one of the most fun weekends of my life.
Introducing Anna to my favorite cafe and my favorite cocktail, the Grapefruit Rosewater Martini and Cafe Di Sol in Poncey Highlands.
Then taking her to dinner at my absolute favorite restaurant, La Fonda, and chomping down (furiously) on some chicken tacos with Devon and her kids.
Drinking lots of Arnold Palmers and trying to convince Devon to come take drunken facebook webcam pictures with us. It kind of looks like Anna is going to spank me in this one. Also? Check out the ruddy face on that one drunk broad on the right.
Lovely, lazy mornings in the swinging bed on Devon’s screened in porch. Atlanta pulled out all the stops, weather-wise. It was topping out in the seventies and dipping down into the high forties at night! PERFECT!
Being locals at the Local. Anna was exponentially patient with me and Devon because we were literally just talking about each other the whole time, in the third person. Ha!
Scandalous. Seriously. The Clermont Lounge has a STRICT “No Cameras” rule because…. I don’t know why. I mean, it’s less a strip club and more a novelty act. We bought Anna a lap dance from the lovely Porche who, just last month, turned 64! Anna was HILARIOUS. I mean, somebody your grandma’s age starts lifting her panties and showing you her “peach cobbler” and then shoving your face into her tits… You gotta be a trooper.
Picnic at the park on Saturday at PRIDE.
Anna’s first EVER sweet tea. She liked it!
Of course, there was more… But this picture sums up the weekend perfectly:
Last night, I was so fucking depressed going to bed. Like… being a fucking teenager and crying myself to sleep. I think it’s mostly just like… it’s impossible to come down from a weekend like that. Back to work. Back to moving. Back to reality. Suuuuucks!