Hotlanta

Just got back from Atlanta visiting 1/2 of the P-Unit!! I am such a jet-setter, I have 3 homes in the US: Atlanta, Chicago and New York, it's actually time to start collecting ones in the West Coast.

Anyway, before I left I wrote Molly a free-writing excerpt on my take of Atlanta and here it goes:


'ok, one more week!!! ahhhhhh survive and then ATL w/papa and mila and slava and harvey and oysters and crab legs and yoga and rollerblading and frantic shopping sprees and homemade cappuccinos with homemade steamed frothy milk and fresh juices in the morning and home cooked dinners and barbeques and brunches on sunday and crazy russians being rich and wearing dolce and gabbana and yelling kind words to each other while drinking vodka and smoking [anything that will burn]'(Substituted text courtesy of Esthero).

Pretty much on point save a few additions and substitutions. For example: rollerblading was substituted by me putting on rollerblades for 2 minutes and then realizing that I will break my neck on the slippery slopes of the Atlanta landscape of Chestain Park and then taking them off for a nice stroll around with Slava working on my business endeavor: Dance Walking, (it's 'C-circled' aka  © ) [Taking on new clients soon!!! Message me, or my business associate: Slava, and we'll talk---A great way to shed those pounds while having fun]. . . . . Not mentioned in the above free-write: the G-parents: Fanya and Arcadiy who made bomb gefilte fish with beets, carrots and potatoes  (oh yea, uh huh) and zigi-frishti-matzi for our very very non-denominational sedar.

I was also accused of being a "foodie" by Slav and when I was forced to look up the definition I found:
A person that spends a keen amount of attention and energy on knowing the ingredients of food, the proper preparation of food, and finds great enjoyment in top-notch ingredients and exemplary preparation. A foodie is not necessarily a food snob, only enjoying delicacies and/or food items difficult to obtain and/or expensive foods; though, that is a variety of foodie. 

And I must say that is pretty accurate=) Anyone who has come out to have a glass of fresh squeezed orange juice with me will attest to this description.


Some pics from the trip. (Note to self: take more pics!!!!!!!!!!!)

Sunday Brunch a la NYC with unlimited Mimosas (only $5 extra)

Passover

 Harvey after the Dentist (aka Vet)

Rumi's Kitchen: Beware of Food Overdose!!! (those will KILL you temporarily)

 Biggest Tree I've ever seen...it was 500 years old!!!!

 (give or take a few hundred years)

Zuma Restaurant
Lesson Learned (I hope): Listen to your Gut instinct and the goals set before you get there ("Hey guys let's order 2 orders less than we want") and then listen to everyone else's wise recommendations once you're there looking at the menu!!! Greedy eyes make for a very uncomfortable stomach and a guilty conscience. In theory, very smart! In practice? Well, still practicing on the practice.

Food Babies!!! Gilbert!!!

At the Bach Pad