The lights and sounds of Atlanta come wafting through the open sliding glass doors of my balcony. It’s really quite lovely. In the distance, I can see mountains and forests. The sky is blood red from the light of the fading sun. The city is beginning to light up. Skyscrapers jut into the night, the glow of electronic illumination emanating from the little squares of glass that dot them. The interstate stretches by to my left, a constant stream of fast moving cars flying towards their destinations.
Night time in the big city.
Ok, so it isn’t New York or Seattle. Still, it’s a far cry from my little house in the suburbs.
We went to dinner downstairs in this “German” restaurant connected to the lobby. The quotes are because of the fact that other than their name and four dishes, it was pretty much a sports bar. Last time I checked, Germans weren’t really big on spinach artichoke dip. I had a pretty tasty hamburger, though. Had brie and bacon on it. Of course, that’s not anywhere near an acceptable level of point usage for a meal, but then again neither are the two candy bars I had afterwards.
Well come on! We got into this huge conversation about Bavarian Chocolate. I was practically crawling with chocolate craving. I haven’t really had any real chocolate in a long time, so I figured what the hell?
Which is why I’m not losing any more weight.
But I digress, and cannot continue as I am meeting Holly across the street in fifteen minutes. I’ll finish this when I get back.