i'm full

flew in thursday night and downed two bloodys with scarny. worked on a crossword puzzle. (tapin? tapig? tapir?)

s.m. picked me up and we high-tailed it to six feet under for their late-night menu. split a catfish po'boy and washed it down with chardonnay.

the next morning, i hung out in lil' five and fed gourmet trail mix to homeless men. spent $60 on ridiculous beauty supplies at target. enjoyed walking in the heat and near living, breathing foliage.

showered. napped. hung out with scarny.

amber bear and kb showed up and the four of us hit royal orchid for spicy thai and eventually made our way to the local for one gigantic reunion. the after-party was at ice's. crashed at s.m.'s.

the brunch club-nyc/atl/ath meeting was at carroll street and the bloodys were superb. had a frittata and potatoes with mustard that burned my nostrils.

hit the mall. napped. showered. got ready for the event.

the ceremony was beautiful. (i still can't get over laura's dress and just how gorgeous it was.) dj grinned the entire time, understandably. everyone cleans up well; i have good lookin' friends. hit up the reception. hugged z for the first time in over a year. ate dinner with drew, z, caro, s.m., amber bear, scarny, kb, griggs, and dana. danced, drank, enjoyed myself. spilled wine on my dress and didn't care. ended up at a pool party and promptly passed out on the concrete.

congrats to that amazing couple!

the next morning was spent eating a chimichanga the size of my forearm. after recovering from the food coma, drove out to covington for a baby shower with a makeshift appetizer of brie covered in fig preserves in hand. noshed on coffee krispies, raw broccoli, couscous. amy was glowing; lil' oliver is almost here.

many congratulations to both of his incredible parents!

decided that i hadn't yet eaten enough and so hit up madras for some indian cuisine, but after four bites, decided against it. got back to s.m.'s, packed, slept, hopped on a flight this morning, went to work, felt horrible, went home.

(thank god i don't eat like this all the time and thank GOD i walk four miles a day.)

so, here it is: starting to seriously consider moving back to atlanta in six months. want to live alone and couldn't do it in nyc. need trees. want a car. need porches. want southern hospitality.

we'll see.