Delicious
Sideways is on and just finished a glass Trader’s Joe’s shiraz. I don’t know if it’s the Lord or the liquor talking but life’s been good to me this weekend.
Finally tried the chicken from Heirloom (above) and it was delicious as expected. Sweet potato side proved to be an excellent choice, and the mac n’cheese and chili beans were pretty good too. (Actually the best mac n’ cheese I had in ATL so far has been at Twist at out of all places.)
I also met these two girls this past week whom I just hit it off with…the first female friends I made in ATL. It’s kind of nice to have some girls to hang out with now. For the past couple of months I’ve just been hanging out with H and his guy friends and their wives which is nice but it’s also good to find my own girl friends…and their dogs:
I’ve also been asked to be a bridesmaid for my friend’s wedding next year so I’m pretty happy and excited for her. It’s been awhile since I was a bridesmaid. I only wonder what the dress requirement will be this time.
Also my bf just ordered these for me today; I’m so psyched to get them on Wed:
I’ve been wanting to try them for a long time now. They look ridiculous but I tried them on at REI and they felt pretty good. I actually love the separate toes because my toes often feel squished after a long run. My feet are wide and feel constricted even though I have the right shoe size.
Alas no job offers for me after interviewing last week so I’m back to square one on the job hunt. It’s frustrating but in the bigger picture, life is just good for me; no complaints. I am reminded right now of this Salon article posted awhile back about this heart-broken girl who is about to break down from four failed relationships. I’ve been there before so I can relate and I do like Cary’s advice to her, especially the last paragraph:
Also: Know that you are loved. That’s the other part. You might not be loved by every skinny man under 30 with a tattoo and a Mets cap but that’s not what I mean. You are loved. You are part of a great and compassionate universe and you are loved. No matter whom you sleep with, you sleep every night under a canopy of infinite heavens, and by the grace of unseen forces you can often see the stars in these heavens, and are held to the earth and oxygenated by the air and fed by the world of plants and animals and all these miracles — the miracle of gravity, of quantum physics, of photosynthesis and respiration and cell division, all these laws and processes, all these mysteries only faintly described by math, all these things are forms of love. We are held together by all this — all of us, dogs and cats and zebras and you and me. We crazy, arrogant creatures full of illusion and rage and self-pity are held by this stuff in an unshakable embrace; we are in it and of it; we belong to it; its substance is our substance; there is no difference between us and a star.
If I were the sun and I did not love humans, I would burn them out so fast. Wouldn’t you? So it must be love. There can be no other explanation.
So relax. Everything is fine. Get some rest.
Yes, as God told Elizabeth Gilbert, “Go to bed,” after she feverishly prayed to Him, I think I’ll do the same now.