So…I went to Atlanta for a meeting. The Southern Association of Colleges and Schools – Commission on Colleges Summer Institute. Oh yeah, it was that kind of party. Would you like a recap? Of course you would.
Wake up around 5:30a and laze around trying to determine whether or not I want to go to 7:30 service and decide that I do not. At around 9, I decide to check my itinerary one last time to confirm my flight out is at 12:51p. It is not. My flight out is at 10:30a. Oops. God takes care of fools and babies! I hop in the shower, we make a doughnut run, and Smoochy and LG drop me at the airport. My baby girl cries and I feel awful for leaving her. The feeling dissipates as soon as they pull away from the curb.
Make it to ATL and after hearing the price of a cab to the hotel I decide to do the state a solid and hop on MARTA. I tweet about how great MARTA is and Babs promptly shuts down that theory! Nobody told me I needed the MARTA card thingy to exit the station. Of course I can not find my card in the abyss that is my tote bag. So I brilliantly slide behind another lady who is exiting the station. Do I really need to tell you I was trapped by the plastic gates of death and were it not for the kindness of some random stranger dude who helped free me and my roll-on bag, I may not even be here typing this story? No, I do not need to tell you that. Sure don’t.
Check in at the loverly Omni CNN and take a nap. Go to opening session. Have no clue why I’m even there.
Dinner with the ladies! Met up with Babs, KRock, Keyalus, DiscoDiva and Cali Slim for dinner at Vortex. Had a ball. Everybody is really genuine and their personalities are true to their writing and commenting style. They’re also…shorter than I’d imagined. Thank God Cali Slim was there and repping for team “Talls” otherwise I’d have been the solo rep (though I did have on a wedge heel – I’m not that tall!). If you want to see a pic of us in all our glory, click here. I am just so glad for the people I have met all because of the blogosphere! I had a bison burger. Tasted like beef. Looked like it too. See.
Meetings. Yay! (I’m working on increasing my positive thoughts and statements. Work with me.)
That night I went to the Braves game. Had a great time surrounded by thousands of my closest friends.
Meetings and home. Yay!
I tell you what – the men of ATL certainly are not shy about their, uh, appreciation of women. And neither, for that fact, are the women. Some lady who worked at the hotel creeped me out with her constant friendly greetings. “Good morning beautiful. Hey good looking. How you doing sweets? Can I get you anything? Like that skirt. I’ve been waiting to see you this morning.” Um ma’am? Step off.
Also, I know that Atlanta is the home of Coca Cola but I need meeting locales to provide something to drink besides Coke, Diet Coke, and Sprite. There’s this miracle drink called water and I’ve about drunk my weight in it since I got home!
There are some beautiful dreadlocked heads in Atlanta, my goodness! KRock’s hair is sooooo pretty. Most of the other awesome locks were on dudes.
I guess that’s it. Oh, no it’s not. That picture Babs posted along with the super toned arms of a blogger who shall go unnamed (Keyalus) have motivated me to get myself back in the workout saddle. Here we go. Again.
Thanks ATL for the good times! Hadn’t been there since I chaperoned a college tour eons ago – ’twas great to get reacquainted 🙂