Three Weeks Later...

So much for big intentions, huh?

I can't even say that I didn't post anything because I had nothing to say. On the contrary, I have a million things to say, but I am not sure that I want them floating in the ether.

I will start with the most innocuous stories.

My mother and some friends from school came to visit me in Atlanta last weekend. Mind you, my mother (forever after refered to as "Peaches") and these women are all over 60, and they have been friends since the early 1950's. They go back a long way.

Peaches has a whole gaggle of these schoolchums. Seriously, they number 12 or 13. They never sit still long enough for me to get an accurate nose count. Peaches brought along 3 of them, G, D and MA, so only 1/3 of their full strength was represented.

In spite of these diminished numbers, I was still EXHAUSTED when they left on Monday. We had a fabulous time, but they seriously kicked my ass. They were up and ready to go before me, indefatiguable during all of the touristy outings that I planned, and stayed up late laughing and chatting. They cleaned my house, walked my dog and did laundry. I dropped them at the airport at 6 pm on Monday, went home, took a shower and fell into bed. At 7:15.

They arrived on Thursday afternoon. I met them at the airport, where, to my surprise, they were standing with a nice young man named Mike. They met him on the plane, and had basically adopted him, chatting with him, making sure he got a drink, and found his luggage. Mind you, Mike was at least 30, and happily married with children. They also befriended a number of bikers, who recommended a trip to Newnan, GA for a bite to eat at the Red Neck Cafe. You can find their web site here. We eventually made it to Newnan, but that has to be another post.

Naturally, they were starving when I picked them up, so we dropped their bags at my house, and headed over to the Vortex for some burgers and tots. I was a little bit leery of taking them to what amounts to a biker bar, but they sort of had a biker theme going already, anyway.

Everyone had a delightful meal, agreeing that the burgers were, in fact, fabulous. As we were waiting for the check, MA asked if anyone else felt like a little ice cream. Since the Vortex doesn't run toward ice cream, I suggested a jaunt across the street to Zesto's for a snack.

I ordered a butterscotch malt, Peaches had a small "nut brown crown", and MA decided on a small sundae. D and G decided that they didn't want any ice cream...that is, until they saw ours!

The ice cream made the rounds, with everyone sampling the treats, except for Peaches, who was having trouble with her Nut Brown Crown. It was melting and dripping, and she was covered in melty ice cream, chocolate and peanuts. Naturally, the rest of us found this wildly amusing. I took a picture of her, in all of her glory. This lead to other group shots, as well.

Finally, several pictures and a handful of napkins later, the employees at Zesto's asked the girls if they wanted paper Zesto hats. Naturally, they did, and they promptly put them on. This inspired even more hilarity and required yet another picture.

They were backed up against the glass window, clearly visible to all passers by in Little 5 Points. Right after I snapped the last picture, a man walked in and asked, "When did y'all start serving liquor in here?"

This set the girls off into another gale of laughter, and was the catch phrase for the rest of the trip.