Kitchen.

Okay so the ever-so great mobile blogger cut off half my message. Oh. well. I meant to say I looooove his kitchen.
Not kit.

Anyways. I love love love the city of Atlanta. I had a blast. I think it's because I went in knowing nothing about the city and what to expect. I just thought it was the cutest of cities. It's so urban with a southern charm to it.
I hope that makes sense.

So, Hotlanta...
Let me share how I was such a nervous wreck the moment the plane took off. And it was not because of a fear of flying. I had two bloody marys onboard. I needed to calm it down in a big way. They didn't help though. Once I saw him, the nerves came right back. But then, again he looked so cute!
We went straight to a wine bar.
This is where I have to tell you, once again, I have not eaten at all during the day on Friday.
This is also where I can share that I know diddle squat about wine. A lot of my friends (and now, Hotlanta) know a lot about wine: tastes, regions, grape type, blah, blah. Me? All I know is red, merlot, white. Done.
You know when you are so nervous that your mouth has to be constantly moving? I just kept talking and talking and talking and drinking and drinking and drinking. It was so awful I am sure. I kept telling myself to put a pork pie in it, but that never worked.

I don't know how I made it through the night without throwing up.
We finally went to his place and can I say, WOW.
I was so impressed.

With the kitchen. Yep yep. Granite counters, steel appliances (all KitchenAid), and tons of room. We could've had a party in there.
The rest of the house is your typical bachelor pad. Leather couch, king size bed, big ass mirror as the headboard, and the biggest outdoor grill I have ever seen.
Then I took a look at his expansive DVD collection, I'm talking at least 200 DVDs and 3 "Girls Gone Wild" DVDs.
Uhm hmm.
Couldn't he have hid those?

As drunk as I was I passed out on his couch while we were talking. I felt horrible.

We spent the day driving around town and he showed me some good sights. One of which was Georgia Tech. I must be the biggest idiot and its not like I don't watch college football every Saturday, but I so didn't think that Georgia Tech was in Atlanta! This was the biggest revelation for me. The campus is adorable.

We decided to get dressed up for dinner. I am known for taking the quickest showers known to man. I can be in and out in two minutes. I kid you not. I can put on make-up and be dresses and ready in 15 minutes. Done.
What I hate more than anything is waiting for other people to be ready. Especially when I am hungry. And more so when it's a guy.
The boy took an hour after I was finished getting ready, to do, God only knows what.
But it was worth it. He looked Fine. Capital 'F'.

We went to a cute place called Horseradish, where I got my Southern food fix. It was so yum.
Then came the part of the trip that I was dreading. One of his friends was having a party and we just had to go.
I didn't want to meet any of his friends so soon.
They were all so nice. The girls were so welcoming and the boys, oh the boys, were fun.
Sadly, I know that now I'm going to be known as the girl Hotlanta brought to the party and made out with in the garage.
Yep. Yep.
I never said I was classy.

Our situation became more real after we came back to his place and he started yakking about it. Again. Does this guy ever shut up?
We made a pact to try and stay up all night so that we didn't waste any more time out of the trip and could spend it with each other, wide awake.
What a challenge, but I got through it with an hour sleep.

We talked and watched a movie. I highly recommend "Lucky Number Slevin". So good. Best revenge movie I've seen since "Man on Fire" and I love a revenge plot.

Sunday we ate brunch at what I would call the cutest place on Earth, Toast.
How cute is the name?
Seriously. And you know I had the eggs benedict. Yum Yum.
Before I knew it I was fighting to keep my eyes open and it was time for me to leave.
Boo.

As soon as I landed in Dallas I had a huge craving for Pei Wei. I took a cab straight to the Pei Wei (suitcase and all), two blocks from my apartment, and guess who was there?

John Salley!!!!
And like a dufus I so thought it was Michael Jordan at first glance, but then nearly lost my shit when I realized it was Salley. Holy Crap!
I don't watch The Best Damn Sports Show, anymore, but hello?!? The Pistons and Bulls championships, and to round it off for you, he attended Georgia Tech.