Journeyed to Atlanta and back to process my visa for France. It was a relatively smooth drive, and I got a decent amount of sleep before heading off. I met Matt for lunch, and had a fun, though short time at a Thai restaurant in Buckhead. The place booted us thirty-five minutes into our meal because it was past their lunch hours. Boohoo.
Menu: Chicken with Thai peanut sauce for Matt, and fried catfish fillets in a tangy brown sauce for Ai-Ling. Rounded off with a piece of Ritter Sport's milk chocolate with raisins, rum and hazelnut. Maybe I'm a picky eater, but I thought the brown sauce had too much "tang" and the crust of the fillets on the verge of being leathery. Maybe Matt had better luck with his chicken. Moderately good food + very good company = still a positive experience.
Atlanta , as I discovered this afternoon, has very friendly traffic. During the half hour bit of congestion I experienced driving out of the city, the guy in the pickup truck (a nice one, with a cab) in the next lane offered me some chocolate. I suppose the weather was too warm today to keep chocolate in the car from melting, so the guy decided to eat it and share some too.
This is a much delayed realization, but I have ridiculously low tolerance for vices like caffeine, cigarettes and Red Bull-esque chemical cocktails. Went to Tallulah's tonight for a bit after getting back to Chapel Hill, and felt a strange detachment between mind and body movement. Then I remember the two extra large 16 oz cans of energy drink I sipped through during my day of driving. Whew. The same thing happens to me with a cup of coffee, two cigarettes or a glass of wine.
Must do reading.
I heart Kings of Convenience and Interpol.
Must clean room. Will begin by bulldozing clothes off floor, tomorrow.
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