In hindsight, my weekend was not all that bad. It just seemed like there was so much searching for fun, indecision over where to spend the evening, so much traveling between venues, and so much of sitting there waiting for something to happen, or rather expecting something to happen and when it didn't, I fell flat and wanted more, so I went to another place, and the same thing. I should have just enjoyed each place I was in and not expected anything more from it. I never used to. I don't know when the expectations started.
On Friday, I wrongly decided to try the Atlanta Brewery. They have live music and beer tastings and tours on Wednesday and Friday. But by the time I got there after getting lost via Mapquest (instead of my navigation system, you think I would know better) it was almost over. It was filled with white boys, frat boys and college girls and the music was some bluegrass rock, so not my thing. I counted and I would have been the 3rd black person there. Something about beer just doesn't scream black people. And if I had a thirst for beer it was rather cheap, $7 for 4 glasses, that's a good deal! But it was the wrong place to go on a Friday and I should have known better. I just kept thinking, this will give me something to write about, apart from that nothing else. Maybe next time, and hopefully I can drag someone with me, because you can only enjoy beer with company.
On Saturday, I finally figured out where Halo is. I went to this boutique sale, that had a live DJ and nice dim light atmosphere. It would have been better if they offered us a glass of wine and cheese, but I cannot complain. I may try Halo out on an evening, but not by myself, it doesn't sound like the kind of place you can make a go of alone.
On Sunday, I rebelled and did not go to church (read below, you'll see why) I went to dinner instead, choosing the wrongest restaurant (there again is the wrong choices theme for the weekend) The restaurant was filled with older diners, corporate diners on their company expense accounts and church celebrants, meanwhile I passed TAP and Shout, that had a more trendy crowd, instead I chose South City Kitchen. Bad choice. On my way back, I cut through the Arts Center which is always breathtaking, and Augusten Burroughs was having a book reading and signing of his latest book, the Wolf at the Table, and it was free! I decided to go and squeeze myself in between all his gay admirers. I could have counted the straight people but I chose not to. This turned out to be the highlight of my weekend. Not just him talking, ever so amusing and hilarious with anecdotes about his whacked out life, but just the fact that I was able to stumble upon something I enjoyed, just by being at the right place at the right time, which was something I was hoping would happen to me all weekend. I didn't stay for the whole lecture, but just being there for some part of it was a thrill.
Expect some pictures soon.
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