Nothing too fancy


I cheated on Starbucks this Friday. It didn't mean anything at first. It was a cold, rainy afternoon, and I just needed something to keep me warm. 'Land of a Thousand Hills' coffee was sitting there all free and piping hot, so I gave it a try. But then I started to really enjoy it, so I went back for more, and then later I found myself doing a Google search for their coffeehouse locations around town. The flavor was rich, but it wasn't too strong; I could've drank it black. I could never dream of drinking Starbucks' coffee black - not even their blonde roast. What's even better is they're a locally-owned small business. They also have live music on Friday nights and Saturday nights... which means they're basically after my heart, and danggit, they just might get it.

Back to Friday, though. It started pouring down rain around noon, and it didn't stop until well after midnight. That means we had constant downpour, for 12 straight hours, all over metro Atlanta. That also means our Good Friday concert that was scheduled to start at 7:30pm, rain or shine, at an outdoor amphitheater, had to take place in the rain [and wind, and cold]. I was so certain many people wouldn't come, but the place was completely packed, and by packed I mean around 10,000 as the final head count. There were even people sitting on the lawn for the duration of the event - that's 2+ hours, in the rain [and wind, and cold]. When gates opened around 6:30pm, some people had already been in line since 4pm... in the rain [and wind, and cold!]! I was blown away in the best possible way. Who knew so many people would show up to stand outside in the rain and hear a concert/message centered around Jesus - Jesus as in Jesus Christ, a man who seems to get so much hate from our generation. Jesus was shown some love that night, and I love the love.

This weekend


Meet & greet with the cool kids


Last week I was invited to a happy hour meet & greet with the cool kids at Uber ATL.

Uber is a ride service that's been around for a few years. I first used them on a trip to San Francisco a couple years back, and I fell in looooove. They have cars stationed all around the city, and all you do is download the app, press a button, and let your phone's GPS send a signal to the closest driver. Five minutes later there's a clean, black sedan picking you up right at your footsteps. The vehicles are always neat and clean, and the drivers were some of the kindest people I met in San Francisco. It was way easier than trying to hail a cab, and all payment, including gratuity, is handled within the app on your phone so there's no need to worry about carrying cash (because who still does that anyway?). Oh, and the prices were/are about the same as riding in a regular ol' taxi.

Once I got back to Atlanta, I opened my Uber app out of curiosity. There was nothing available in my area at the time, but all that has recently changed. Uber cabs are now all over metro Atlanta, and they're also expanding into the suburbs. So, when I got a last-minute email inviting me to Whiskey Blue to meet some of the team, I cleared my schedule.

Brighter and hotter days


This week has been so stinkin' beautiful. So much so that I found myself taking pictures of the road ahead as I was driving. I couldn't even wait until I pulled up to a stop light to grab a few photos. It had to be done right then and there, so Jesus took the wheel. He also opened my eyes to a couple hidden houses in a wooded area that I ride past all the time. Before then, I had never noticed them. Trees, I tell ya'. They're some shady suckers.

Dating a man with kids


This is a tough subject to approach. Politely.

I, along with my close friends, along with many other single women of my generation, have strong views when it comes to dating a man with a kid, or dating a man with kids - plural - that aren't yours... which was probably implied, but I wanted to clarify. In my opinion, it can be, and usually is, a tough situation. I’m the kind of woman who has never cared much to be on the receiving end of male attention. I only ever care about getting attention from one man: my man. I'm not needy about it, but some occasional undivided attention from the man I'm dating is definitely a requirement. That doesn't sound too demanding, right?

You know who else requires attention?

Kids. They require a lot of it.

Friendship cannot flourish on an empty glass.


Every Saturday, The Wine Cellars in downtown Smyrna hold a wine tasting. It had been rainy and gloomy for most of the morning, so a friend and I figured this would be a good way to brighten our day. Usually four to five wines are on the sampling menu which means you (I) get to try a variety you (I) wouldn't otherwise try. I'm a fairly strict red wine lover - not the sweet reds that taste like hunch punch, but those dry and bold reds that linger on the palate long after the last sip. Cabernet, Malbec and Shiraz, for example, rarely fail to deliver.

None of that was on Saturday's menu, however. Saturday was a day for Chardonnay and Pinot Noir. These typically aren't my style, but the tasting was free [with a $10 or more bottle purchase, otherwise it's $5... but there's no way I'm leaving a wine shop empty handed, so] which means they were my style that day. 

In the city like an out-of-towner

Last week, a co-worker and I took a tour around Atlanta on behalf of our company. It was supposed to happen months ago, but thanks to ice storms and frigid weather I've been putting it off. Since spring is finally here - or so they say, it definitely dropped below freezing a couple nights ago - I decided it was time to set an afternoon aside for some sightseeing. Atlanta may not be the most glamorous town to tour, but it's still got plenty of personality, and I found myself discovering new places I didn't know existed and snapping pictures in the city like an out-of-towner.

The sun wasn't working with me that day, and I forgot to grab a memory card for my Nikon, so these photos are courtesy of an iPhone 5s and a few Lightroom edits.

INFJ - I'm in good company.

Astrology, has never been my thing. Frankly, I can look at the description of every sign on the zodiac and find some way to connect with the prediction. Aries' have determination and competitive inclinations? Yep, that's me, as witnessed by anyone who's ever sat next to me while I was playing a game of spades. Taurus' are dependable yet stubborn? Check. Check. Scorpios are passionate and resourceful; Capricorns are responsible and traditional, as am I... I could go on and on, and on, so I take every horoscope reading with a super huge grain of sea salt.

On the other hand, I'm a sucker for personality tests. The fact that certain studies can analyze a set of specific answers and assume to know intricate details about how I'm wired is impressive, especially when it's spot on. Awhile back, I took this test based on a "typological approach to personality." 72 answers later I was reading things about myself that I didn't even realize were true. I've taken the test multiple times, and I still end up with the same result: INFJ - Introvert, iNtuitive, Feeling & Judging.

One of those weekends.

I had one of those weekends where I did so many things, but at the same time, I'm not really sure how productive I was. I spent time with people I love, did some touring around Atlanta & found a new appreciation for the Sweet Auburn district, ran errands, bought a super comfortable pair of jeans [worth mentioning - heck, it might even be worth its own post], had some other plans fall through, lowered my phone bill by about $20/month and I got out of my wireless contract [shoutout to Carlos at the Lenox Square Sprint store]. Now that I've typed all this out, I guess my weekend wasn't wasted after all, but my main goal remains unaccomplished: finding a new apartment.