Pre-party prep

Yesterday, I went to the airport to pick up Charlie’s family who had just flown up from Orlando for the music party. Ok, Hartsfield airport is EVEN MORE of a nightmare than I’ve ever experienced and I’ve lived in Atlanta over 20 years. The airport construction seems to be going on and on and on. Yesterday, all of the parking lots – including the long term – were full. Park and ride was no option for Charlie’s father who uses a walker. After receiving a parking receipt from the attendant and being told that if I don’t find a space in 15 minutes I’ll be charged, I squeezed in between a Benz and a 4Runner and started the long walk to the terminal and baggage. Charlie’s parents and brother met me in their baggage claim and I told them to meet me outside the door that I would go get the car and circle around. Back out to the parking lot and circling the airport – twice – before I could pull over to get them. There were Atlanta police officers directing traffic and yelling at cars basically. I saw one officer chew out this couple who had pulled over to drop off in a striped area. The second time I was coming through I couldn’t pull over and Charlies family just came out and loaded into the SUV. Once in amidst total chaos another cop was yelling at me because I didnt drive over the cross walk fast enough. Hello, what if pedestrians were in the path?

I seriously think that the Atlanta police department puts their officers with the biggest anger management issues at the airport to deal with traffic. It’s scary that they’re carrying firearms, too. And, we worry about terrorists when we have angry gun-toting fools right in front of us.  I was never so glad to get the hell out of there.

Back at the house, finally, we unloaded and the airport experience was already making me ready for a drink. Too early we decided to go shopping at the liquor store instead – lol. The people who run Toco Giant see Charlie’s bro who likes to mix mean martinis coming a mile away with his shopping cart and are saying, Cha-ching to themselves. By the time we got back with cases of booze (which, reminded me of the time ten of us walked over the border into Juarez Mexico to buy alcohol for a New Years Eve party) it was time to go have one at Argosy in East Atlanta. We went there strictly for the atmosphere alone. Nestled in a warehouse-like building it has low lighting and a huge craft beer selection. The bartenders were very attentive even when Charlie’s mom asked about one of them’s stretched ear lobes. (Lord) Charlie’s bro was like Yeah, mom and those are tattoos – lol.

Next, we went to dinner at everyone’s favorite Apres Diem (even my picky-@ss sister likes this place and that’s saying alot). After dinner we went over to the Golden Eagle to have an after-dinner drink and to show everyone just how dark this place is inside. It’s always a shock until your eyes get used to it then you see the huge moose over the bar. This place always mixes a mean cocktail.

So, on the Facebook invite we strictly said NO KIDS. ADULT ONLY PARTY. What happens? We have these friends down the street that just had a baby. Charlie had spoken to them and one 1/2 of the couple expressed interest in stopping by just to say hi and she was like sure. We thought, husband would stop in and have a drink while wife had baby or vice versa or even the sister-in-law would watch baby while they both stopped in for 30 minutes or so. Well it turned into them posting on our site saying We’re bringing the baby and our sister-in-law and next thing you know every person with kids under 10 are asking us if they can bring their kids. Noooooooooo.

This is so annoying.

I took their bringing-the-baby post down and told them they can stop by with the baby but that I had to take their post down because everyone with a child would see that and ask if they could bring their children, too.  I hate to be like this but it’s really not fair to the other people invited with kids. I hate when people think they are the exception to the rule.  I already got a text from a friend of mine who has two children saying she saw that and had a babysitter but wondered if she could bring her kids, too. I was like, No, sorry.  Seriously, I never thought this was going to be a problem!

So far I think it’s supposed to be clear and no rain before the party but cross your fingers!

 

 

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it’s a wrap

Well, we got through the rest of ’17 without getting too beat up. The kids came into town on Friday. Charlie and I had driven all the way out past the perimeter to buy a ping pong table and spent [it seemed] the entire afternoon putting it together. In fact, we were almost done when they pulled up. We were somewhat in the weeds by then because we had a meal for 10 to prep but we managed to pull it off. There were six of us altogether with the kids along with our neighbors down the street and Emil and Sarah.

The next day we took a trip down to a very crowded Ponce City Market and then over to Wild Heaven for some libations. Later, we had a lowboil going on the porch with crab legs and shrimp. Sunday we took it easy for most of the day because we were going out that night to see a show at The Earl. We lyfted it over to Argosy in East Atlanta for dinner before the show.

I was amazed that the food came out so quickly at Argosy and the service was awesome. I had read some not so good reviews prior to us going so they must have stepped it up. The kids all got pizza and Charlie and I split a burger. Afterwards, we walked next door to The Earl and went to the back music venue where it was a smog of smoke. Mattiel was awesome, the two bands prior to her sucked (who would have known that you can actually shout instead of sing) and we didn’t stay for The Coathangers because the smoke was killing us–I doubt I will see another show at that particular venue because of the smoke.  We got home just in time to set off a bunch of fireworks.

New Year’s Day was very low-key. The kids left after breakfast and Charlie and I just hung out and ended up watching the game. (there was only one game yesterday in my opinion). Everyone I’m sure is just trying to get back into a normal routine today – I’m sure all those Georgia fans are a little hungover if not elated this morning.

So, Happy New year and I will leave you with 17 things to make you feel smarter in this new year.