i'm home.

four wonderful days, bookended by a pair of eight hour (almost on the nose) drives.

i went to atlanta, which is in georgia, which is in the region of the united states that we affectionately call "the southeast." i ate at a place called einstein's. i remember hearing something about albert being a vegetarian…that made the lack of meat-free fare on the menu slightly disturbing.

i did not hang out with outkast, the goodie mob, or ludacriss. they were nowhere in sight (except we did see a stretch suv limo). i was assured by megan that ludacriss was hanging out at her apartment, waiting on her to get home. this was when i went out to meet up with her at her place of employment on sunday night. we missed out on pizza, but got to shoot pool in the dive next door. i won both games; one by default, the other by skill. once again, i reign supreme.

it's called luck, ladies and gents…something i seem to have in buckets sometimes…

i had the best reuben of my life at a place called vortex. let it be known that i will eat there again. i would move to atlanta just to have that reuben within reach. it's a miracle to come across a place that can get those all-important ingredients into the perfect ratio.

i had a lot of beer at a place called the earl. it was a nice place. paul would love it. imagine the mag, but bigger…and in a neighborhood like where we actually live. good music. a bar that has high life but no coors light. a place with priorities.

priorities…there's a novel concept. when was the last time we took a long look at our own? realized what's really important?

my weekend was long, but so short it hurts. i had a lot of fun, but there was so much left to do…

there's always next time, right?