Tag: Atlanta

The Madness

Tuesday, November 20th, 2012.  CD21, 6DPO… I think.

I’ve been a bad blogger.

But it’s not without good reason… I’ve been busy!


I spent most of last week preparing for, and traveling to, and tromping all over Atlanta.  It was a whirlwind four days, but the trip was successful from both a business and fun standpoint.

I honestly didn’t get to see much of the ATL other than the inside of my very nice hotel room (and subsequent view from the 53rd floor), and the inside of the gigantic conference center where I spent most of my time.  The parts I did see were great, however!

I did NOT get to spend enough time in that bed, but when I did, I slept RIGHT. IN. THE. MIDDLE.

The night view from the 53rd floor of the Westin Peachtree Downtown

And the morning view

And this guy was outside the front door. Classy.

On Thursday night, I met up with a couple of friends who live in town and they took me out to a fantastic burger place called Vortex Burger.  I love going to local places instead of the typical chain joints, and I always like to order something different, and regional if possible.

During the course of the weekend, I had some genuine southern pulled pork, bison pot roast, grits, sweet tea, and more Coca-Cola than this Pepsi girl could handle.  Oh, and during the one fancy-schmancy dinner paid for by the company, I ordered a steak as big as my face.  And ate most of it, too.

I think it was a brontosaurus steak, but I can’t sure…

And so, at Vortex, I ordered an Elvis Burger:

I still dream of this meat masterpiece.

This bad boy was a third-pound burger with peanut butter, fried bananas, and bacon.

And it was DELICIOUS.

That lovely experience was followed by a trip to what was described to me as a “dive bar”, but what turned out to be a small drinking establishment in the filthy basement of a fifty-year-old hotel that’s long since been condemned by the health department.

Be afraid. Be very afraid.

Oh, and they had dancers.  That were older than the building.

Guess who was given the gift of a table dance for her inaugural visit to the Dirty South?


Her name was Porche, and she kindly explained to me the best times to buy specific gemstones from the Home Shopping Network.

…While mostly nude.


Contrary to popular belief, I do still speak with these friends.  😉

Anyway, back to business.  The conference itself went very well.  It was extremely busy and there was very little downtime during the day, but the websites and social media outlets I’d created for the event worked perfectly and our booth was the talk of the show.  It was really a fun experience, but I was super happy to fly home on Saturday night.

I spent about four hours in the airport waiting for my late flight to leave, and after three gate changes, I finally boarded around 10:30pm.  I was alone in my row for most of the boarding, but at the very last minute, a rather corpulent gentleman was escorted to the seat directly next to me, effectively pinning me against the window.

Now, far be it from me to judge anyone because of their weight, but this guy was something else… He asked for a seat belt extender, and when it was explained to him that he can’t have a belt extender in the exit row of the plane for the safety of the other passengers, he proceeded to swear and grumble and shift himself around until he could squeeze into the regular seat belt.

He then produced some really smelly food from his carry-on, and the whole plane instantly smelled like sausage.


I tried to sleep, but every time I dozed off, Mr. Big would have some kind of snoring-sleep-apnea attack and snort and choke and flail his giant, meaty arms all over, nearly maiming me in the process.

Ugh.  Good times.

Thankfully, the husband came to pick me up at the airport and I was able to relax a little during the hour-long car ride home.  I slept for probably ten hours late into Sunday!  It was great to be back in my own bed!

It’s a relief to be home, but now the chaos is all home-related.  We are in the process of moving into the new house this week, and the movers come for the furniture on Friday.

Oh right, and Thanksgiving is in there somewhere too…

I’m super excited to move, but I know how tiring the process can be.  All of this madness makes me glad I didn’t try to cycle this month.  I am pretty sure I ovulated the day I got to Atlanta, so that wouldn’t have worked out anyway…

Curious, though… If my calculations are correct, I ovulated on CD14 – like a “textbook female”!  Weird!

Let’s not get excited, though.  I was traveling and have been terrible at keeping up with temping, so I’m honestly not sure if that’s right.  I do expect Aunt Flo by the end of the month, however, and am hoping to start cycling again then.

Oh yay, another medicated birthday!  😉  This year will give a whole new meaning to the term “birthday shots”, haha.

Anyway, it’s been a crazy week or so around here, and I’m sorry for the NOVEL you just had to read (or maybe you skimmed… I would have skimmed.  I don’t blame you for skimming.).  I swear I will try to keep up on the updates and post pics of the new house soon!

In the meantime, please have a wonderful Thanksgiving, friends!

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