If Wrigley Won't Come to Mohammed...
Ahhh...the Chicago Theater on State St...also known as the theater right by the really good bagel place for lunch.
You know how the old saying goes, I'm sure, and after a long hard night of thinking, I have decided that it is time for Mohammed (aka Me) to go back to Wrigley for a visit.
Don't get me wrong - I LOVE Atlanta. I am happy here. This is, bar-none, the best place on Earth for me to be right now. I love my job, I love my friends, and I love my sister. I also love my non-vintage apartment ("vintage and charming" = old and nothing works) and Southern barbecue. I also really love Southern boys.
All of that aside, I must admit, there was a trigger. The one that gets away happened to send me a friendly instant message tonight, and we had a nice little chat. It was good to talk to him, because as weird as it sounds, the guy just f*cking gets me. But shit did it make me sad, for some reason. At this stage in the game, I would never pick my life up and move somewhere to be with someone (well, with one exception, but he is not the exception), but at the same time, I can't help but wonder what might have been. And while I know that "what might have been" is not worth thinking about or investigating, I can at least revisit the only home I knew for three years after college. The first city where I lived, worked, and spent those fan-f*cking-tastic post-collegiate formative years.
As luck would have it, I have a free ticket and some great friends who have graciously extended open invites to crash (thank you Sanders, Mike, Grant). I also have a bachelorette party the last weekend in October, which, if I go back that weekend, will kill about thirteen birds with one stone.
My first six months here have been nothing short of incredible. I expected this move to be a lot harder than it ever really was, and I lucked out. But now that I am settled in and show no signs of leaving, it's time to go back for a weekend, pay homage to my roots, and rock the f*ck out of that town.
I am already planning to do the following: lunch at Grand Lux cafe, drink copious amounts of alcohol with Grant at Halligan's, make an ass out of myself at every bar with Sandy, see the one that got away, spend at least one late night at The Store (or comparable shitty late-night bar), visit my cashier friend at the convenience store across the street from my old place, drink heavily at John Barleycorn with Michael and Rob and crew, have an afternoon brunch at Toast, and shop until my legs fall off of my body. (Particularly at H&M, since we don't have one here yet.)
I am so excited about my weekend re-visit that I seriously may not sleep tonight.
posted by KA @ 10:33 PM
2 Comments:
Adler, when ya coming? I'll try my best to see you!!!!
Timbo,
10/28-10/30. Be there, or be...well, not there. If not I'll see you at the wedding over Thanksgiving. Don't bring the woman, because we're going to get nasty.
Michael,
I'm sorry to have touched a nerve. I do remember that, and it sucked. It was one of the five times I've seen you in a cast, because when you weren't getting mugged, you were getting hit by cab drivers on Wabash. We can move to whichever place you so choose, as long as you're buying :-)
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