I spent the long Memorial Day weekend down in the Dirty South… Atlanta, my stompin’ grounds for 5 years (’98-’03). Warning, sap attack! It was awesome to be back, to spend quiet time with phenomenal life-long friends and to saunter down memory lane. Makes me thankful that the Path o’ Pance led me through there at all. Said friends Tina & Chris wanted an Atlanta vs. NYC blog post. Something like,
NYC = buy beer on Sundays, yay! ATL = blue laws, boooo
ATL = Waffle House, yay! NYC = ummm, boooo
Alas, I hate to disappoint, but upon landing, the flamboyant flight attendant got an extra spring in his voice as he welcomed us to “Neeeew York City!” And as much as I ache to leave the city sometimes [a lot], I’m always giddy to be back. And, for now, it feels like home. Maybe I’ll just open a Waffle House myself.