tour de georgia

After living in Georgia for more than a year, I finally stopped talking about going to Fat Matt's, and made it happen last night. Regarded as one of Atlanta's top spots, I dreamt of BBQ + sun + summer for months, but somehow we ended up going on one of the only rainy nights we've seen in weeks. However, rain or shine, Fat Matt's did not disappoint.

Atlanta has a whole lot to offer, and I'm slowly making it through the Georgia Moon Guide, one BBQ sammie at a time.

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here we are

There's nothing quite like a Tuesday masquerading as a Thursday, eh?

During this week of thankfulness, so far the goodness has been abundant. A Starbucks holiday latte, new cardi, super workout, and mani/pedi with Casey started yesterday right, and I'm already feeling like today is going to be another good one.

With family time just around the corner, not much can bring me down at this point - I'm thinking about adding "eye brow wax" to my list of exciting events - and let's be serious, that's not exactly the most pleasant of all happenings.

I hope your Tuesday Thursday is happy, too!

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stars & silence

Whenever I leave the city, I'm shocked to find how much I miss a more rural environment. Shocked not because it's unexpected, as corn fields were more common than Biber kids growing up, but because I don't really realize how much I miss it until I'm in it.
Friday night, eight of us headed up to Lindsey's mountain house, where the sky sparkled like glitter with stars, and I found myself constantly wanting to take deep breaths, just to taste the fresh air. We spent the evening with good cheap wine and good conversation, and I desperately wanted to stay longer as we packed up the car Saturday.

However, I was pleasantly surprised upon my return, as a group of my friends went to a Silent Disco. I'm not sure if I've missed some sort of memo on these things, but I had no idea what I was walking into, to the point that before going I Googled the band Silent Disco. When very few results turned up, I decided they must just be pretty new, and therefore I was about to find myself on the cutting edge of music.

Not the case.

A Silent Disco is where everyone has wireless headphones to listen to the music. Which means you walk in and everyone is dancing, like crazy, in silence. Hesitant I may have been at first, but by the end, I was loving life.

Not known as the best dancer, I loved that there were two stations to listen to, and therefore someone watching me didn't necessarily know which song I was on. My moves didn't match their music? Clearly I was jamming to something else (see photo below - background = go to move).
Additionally, as the night progressed and everyone loosened up, people started singing out loud. So when you removed your headphones you heard people singing loudly, in unison to a song that didn't appear to be playing.
And in a slightly less foreign venue, I wrapped up the weekend babysitting, and if you could end the weekend with these peanuts, you'd be in a state of bliss, too...
I felt conflicted last night, as I was sad to see such a fun weekend end, but also really excited to get this week going in order to transport myself to Indiana Wednesday. I must say that wanting to stay in the present, yet itching for the week to come, is a pretty nice way to end a weekend.