We browse books at OutWrite. We reunite with John, Jeri, Phil, & Thomas, then walk to Joe’s on Juniper for pimento cheese veggie burgers. At Jakes, we consume huge waffle cones piled high with Chocolate Slap Yo’ Momma ice cream.
The next day, we stroll through an art fair in the streets of Virginia Highlands. We grab a quick bite at Apres Diem before taking in Young Adam at the Midtown Art Cinemas. Clyde waits patiently in the car while I browse the metaphysical shops for a copy of Liz Hazel’s Tarot Decoded and the increasingly rare 100-card Transformational Tarot by the Gottshold sisters. We get back just in time for good Mexican food and an evening at home.
Sunday, we sit in the pews at St. Mark. We take communion. We lead the Couples’ Class. We lunch on really good fish tacos at Six Feet Under — a local eatery with rooftop tables that look out over a cemetary. We go with John for a matinee of Love Me If You Dare (excellent flick, by the way), then walk through the Botanical Gardens, snapping photos of the Chihuly exhibit.
After stuffing ourselves with sushi and spicy chicken stir fry at Nickemoto’s, we waddle back up to Jake’s for another cone of cream … then settle in to read, chat, and watch the season finale of The Sopranos (the first episode of the series I’ve ever seen!).
This is the rich texture life should have — good food, good art, good friends, good times.
Back in Jackson, we settle quickly into our routine … but later in the day, I catch Clyde browsing property prices in Atlanta’s Midtown, and my heart skips a beat.
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