January 28, 2012 § Leave a comment
Henry from Chunklet and Armando from The Drunken Unicorn set up in a local business every holiday season for a classic photo op: A-Hole Santa. You can bring friends, children, pets, and even your favorite stuffed animal and be photographed with the drunken Santa and his sidekick Jesus (pronounced “Hay-Zeus”). On Day Two Hundred Seventy-Two Murphy and I met Kristin and Johnny for our own chance at making some holiday memories.
January 19, 2012 § Leave a comment
On Day Two Hundred Forty-Nine I wore gold glitter nail polish that had been artfully applied at Kristin’s house the evening prior. There were some definite mixed reactions. Black women loved the look, but most men (meaning my boss and my boyfriend) mocked me for it in a nose turned up sort of way. I just kept marveling at the sparkles my fingertips gave off as any light reflected off of them. It was like a wonderful disco ball on my hand. Ten disco balls even.
June 22, 2011 § Leave a comment
I had Day Ninety-One off from work, so Patrick and I decided to take a day trip to Chattanooga and see what the city a couple hours away had to offer. The last time I had been there was on a whim New Year’s Day several years past, when Steven, Kristin, and I fancied a road trip. Everything was closed for the holiday, so we ended up driving up there, eating at a brewpub, and heading back home. Hopefully this trip would prove more adventurous.
I had been to Rock City and Ruby Falls as a kid, so those were out. But I’d never rode the Incline Railway up to Lookout Mountain. And despite his fear of heights, Patrick agreed to the trip. We had ridden an incline railway once before, in Pittsburgh, but this one was far more touristy. And longer.
Although we didn’t have time to See Rock City again, the visit was a great day trip, and the company exceptional.
April 24, 2011 § 2 Comments
On Day Thirty-Six, we went to a Braves game (again). I thought I would have to order a Tomarita, but instead we invited Kristin and Johnny to go with us to celebrate the little one’s fourth birthday. And it was his first ball game.
We helped him make an impromptu sign and decked him out in my Bravos hat and a foam tomahawk, so he was all set to go.
Seeing a ballgame with a four year old is quite the experience. Even though he seemed a little disappointed that we weren’t actually going down to the field to play baseball, he had a pretty good time being a little cheerleader. I certainly had a ton of fun whispering heckles and cheers into his ear and having him shout them out with unbridled enthusiasm.
The Braves didn’t win, and in fact almost didn’t even get a hit. But the evening was probably one of the most fun losing games I had seen. Though Johnny probably won’t remember the experience, I certainly will have fond memories.
March 31, 2011 § 1 Comment
On Day Eighteen, I planned to go to the Vegan Bake Sale at Criminal Records benefiting the Red Cross relief efforts in Japan. Unfortunately by the time Patrick and I left the house and sat through crazy traffic in Little Five Points, no vegan delights remained. We browsed Criminal’s assortment of records and CDs, asking around to see where we could find a good Bloody Mary in the neighborhood, my new activity for the day.
Shannon said that The Highland Tap has the best in town, that The EARL’s are decent too, but for a Saturday afternoon in Little Five Points, Corner Tavern would be our best bet. So we headed to Corner Tavern.
I ordered my Bloody Mary drink and Patrick, a Guinness. I quickly discovered that I don’t particularly like Bloody Marys. Something about the tomato juice flavor with a tanginess and spiciness rubbed me the wrong way. I made many faces, but I finished the 16 ounces of nastiness like a trooper. About halfway through Patrick suggested (between snickers at my expressions) that we add some Guinness to the concoction. I was slightly reluctant; it would give me more liquid to consume. It actually cut the tart, spicy flavors that irked my palate.
I chugged the remaining tomato drink. Although it did seem to alleviate the last bit of a hangover I had from my late night with Liz the previous evening, I couldn’t seem to get the unappealing taste out of my mouth. Patrick graciously shared the rest of his stout with me.
Since trying the BM, some have said that I simply didn’t like the Corner Tavern’s version, that other bars served better ones. Perhaps they are right, but I don’t see what anyone could do differently to eliminate the tastes that I didn’t enjoy in the drink. I mean, it was the tomato juice and spices, and those are main components of any Bloody Mary.
We did end up getting some vegan treats. We stopped by Kristin’s on the way home to make a donation to the cause and she was awesome enough to let us choose from a selection she had leftover. The vegan butterfinger was kind of awesome.