Atlanta: where it's actually spring but the marathons start too damn early

Was down in the ATL this weekend. Had dinner Friday at Goldfish. The live entertainment was a guy playing keyboards and singing a mixture of recent hits and songs from the 70s. The crowning jewel in his set was Sir Mix-a-lot's "Baby Got Back." This alone was worth the price of my airfare.

Weather Saturday was sunny and high 80s. Unseasonably warm, but I wasn't complaining given the lingering chill of NYC! Nora & I took a walk along the Chattahoochee River and sat in the sun. Had dinner with Jan and the Cartersville chicks at Bazzaar and stopped by Joseph's condo in Midtown for dessert and drinks.

The inaugural ING Georgia Marathon was Sunday. The race started at 7 am. As in, before dawn. Brian ran, and we stood at Mile 23 by Piedmont Park to cheer him on. Felt kinda bad for the runners because there weren't many spectators, and apparently the water stations had limited supplies (not optimal since Sunday was another sunny, 80+ degree day). Brian came back to the park after he finished the race, and we had some celebratory drinks outside at Prince of Wales.


Still hoofing at Mile 23.


"Rehydrating" with a Bloody Mary.