Atlanta is a foodie town and whenever I try a good, new
restaurant, I’m almost guaranteed to say, “my dad would love this place.” The
man will try any food once, and I can think of almost nothing he dislikes. The
more obscure options they have, the more interested he is. Which is why, this weekend when we were
somehow able to squeeze in some really good meals in between loads of manual
labor, I called it a great success.
We kick started the weekend at Murphy’s Friday night. After
driving all day, Muff&Dave definitely deserved good food and wine. It was
so much fun being able to show them a new place right by my house – I kept
telling them they should just retire in Atlanta. Who needs the beach when you
have Peachtree?
Saturday we got up bright and early to start moving day. We
moved all.day.long, from before 8 a.m. to after 9 p.m. – but it was so worth
it. My parents were, as usual, total workhorses and I could not be more
grateful for it. I think I’d be moving for three weekends in a row without
them. Every time I turned around I felt like they’d done something else fast,
furiously and perfectly.
The place was all set up by the time we stopped, and I’m so
happy in it. I didn’t realize how much of a toll having rats was taking on me –
I feel like a weight has been lifted.
Saturday night we crashed into our seats at Pozole for some
good Mexican and margs.
Sunday, we woke up and had breakfast at West Egg before they
hit the road. I basically begged them to (1) stay until Monday and (2) move
here, but so far they’ve resisted. Maybe if I stopped putting them to work
every time they came my arguments would work better?
Thank you, mom and dad, for moving me – yet again!!