I know, I know, I know, I’m a TERRIBLE blogger. I know this. This blog started because after I moved to Atlanta I was writing long mass emails to all my friends, and it occurred to me that maybe they don’t want to get long mass emails.  Especially since none of them wrote me back. So I started the blog so that my friends who want to keep up with me could do so without me having to infiltrate their inbox unnecessarily.  I hope that’s still the case, but you never know. So this is the reason why my blog is so boring, it’s not meant to be all that entertaining. And for that reason, yeah, sometimes I miss a day or three here and there. If you’re really anxious for news, send me an email! (No, I don’t post my email on purpose because I get enough email. If you are a friend who reads this, you already have my email address. And if not, just ask me.)

Anyway. It was the 6th level of hell AGAIN this weekend. It was so hot that you actually have to not do things because it might be dangerous.  This is a foreign concept to northerners. You might not do things when it’s too cold out, but not when it’s too hot. Friday night most of the Commune went to Holy Taco to say goodbye to one another before we went on our various vacations.  The Canadians were off to (you guessed it) Canada the next day. I have to say, I just love Holy Taco more and more these days.  The food is consistently good and they’re very welcoming.  Saturday morning I didn’t manage to get out the door for my run until 9:00 am, at which point it was already way too hot. But I went anyway and managed 5 miles.  I had planned for more like 8, but that plan went out the window somewhere between mile 3 and wanting to die. Then Dice and I went shopping for various things and stopped at Eats for lunch for the first time in months.  What a treat Eats is, it’s so cheap and yet so delicious. Later Ray showed up and she and I selflessly kept the Canadians’ deck company in their absence by sitting on it and sharing a bottle of champagne in honor of her birthday.  Yeah, drinking champagne outside when it’s 100 degrees out really isn’t the best idea, but we made the most of it. Later that evening we went to Osteria for dinner and then to Vino Libro for drinks.  By the time we got to Vino Libro is was raining, but we scored one of the tables outside that have couches around them, so we got to lounge on the couches and yet still sit outside and watch the rain.  So luxurious!

Sunday we went to the Australian Bakery for brunch.  I am an early riser so I almost always have a bowl of cereal in the morning, which means that by the time people are ready for brunch, I’m ready for lunch.  So I decided to get their burger for the first time, and it was interesting.  It tasted like a burger you’d make a home and slap on the grill.  Which I think is good, considering we don’t even OWN a grill let alone do any cooking on one. And the roll they use is phenomenal. And their fries were incredibly good. After brunch Dice dropped us off at Turner Field for the Red Sox game. Luckily our seats were out of the sun because otherwise I’m not sure I would have been able to stay for more than an hour, let alone the whole game. As it was, we had perfectly shaded seats and a bucket of Diet Coke to see us through, and we had a pretty damn good time.  Not much beats an afternoon at the ballpark. Except for the fact that my poor beloved Red Sox lost, which is incredibly frustrating considering it’s probably the only Red Sox game I’ll get to see live all year. Boo!

After the game Ray went home to Mac-town and I tried to cool off at home for a while before Dice and I went to the Glenwood for dinner. I had the tri-colored tortellini with primavera in pesto sauce, and it was very good.  The tortellini are pretty big, and satisfyingly creamy inside. After I ate it I realized that I’d had pasta for almost every meal over the weekend with the exception of the burger at Aussie Bakery. Good times!

Yesterday was a crazy day at work, capped by the fact that we had to leave early to get to the post office before it closed. The latest post office open is the Decatur branch, so we hightailed it over there before they shut the doors.  After that, well, what do you do except go to the Brick Store, right? Right! Nothing beats the Monday blues like a bonus trip to the Brick Store.  Workout? What workout?  Heh.