It has been hot down here. Yes I know it’s been hot everywhere but I don’t live everywhere- I live here. And it’s been hot here.
So we decided we needed an escape. A place that could be entertaining as well as not hot.
San Francisco to the rescue!
For weeks I looked at the weather forecast and became almost giddy when I saw numbers in the 70’s. And finally the day came where we were heading to that frozen tundra of fabulousness!
We left our house at a god awful hour (and it should be noted that it was still 89 degrees out with a humidity level of 76%), got on a plane and a brief moment later, landed in Atlanta.
You can’t go anywhere in the southeast without going through Atlanta first. I’m positive that when I die, my path to the pearly gates will somehow involve Hartfield-Jackson.
I finished The Help somewhere above Colorado and it was fantastic, but it was actually the author’s notes at the end that had me in near tears. I would totally recommend it. Of course then I moved on to Laurie Notaro’s Autobiography of a Fat Bride and I had to choke back tears of laughter.
By this time we were all (btw we went out there with two friends of ours) starving and of course every single place on the pier had a line. So we headed to the San Francisco original… Bubba Gump’s. It was fabulous though- especially the sweet tea vodka and lemonade. So good.
I somehow never took a picture of the bedroom but rest assured it was fabulous. So fabulous that after a trip to the grocery store, I hit the hay not to stir again until the very early morning.
More to come later!