A Girl With a Sword

rock on rock city

I was feeling dead on Wednesday--tired and apathetic, so I got in my car and drove over to Chattanooga. It's like magical things never fail to happen in Chattanooga, and there are lots of other people there to make my decisions for me. On Thursday evening we had a beautiful dinner at Ashley's, good salad and soup with rye bread, very familial. Afterwards we went out to half-price wine night at Mudpie.







I'm not going to chronicle the whole weekend because that gets old fast, but I feel so much better now. There was lots of movie watching and eating at Lupi's and late night (early morning) excursions to Waffle House. It was Riverbend weekend so the city was crazy, but as I told Natalie, it was nice to be there bitching about the Riverbend crowds again.  It feels like home. Last night Natalie and I went out to Rembrandt's, which is kind of becoming a tradition for my visits. We sat in the front and I ate fruit and spent a lot of time staring over toward the lights of the Aquarium. We listened to the music mitigated by the distance. Riverbend always sounds better from far away.

I got books on tape for the trip and I got halfway through A Swiftly Tilting Planet (sidenote: I really like the new covers for the Times Quartet), which I haven't read in about ten years so I'm finishing it tonight. Right now, as we speak.