Don't know exactly what's going on here, but Lindsay looks cute (sorry Chris)
On Saturday we took my Mom out to Norcross Station. My brother, Jason, joined us and we had a nice lunch on the porch. The weather was beautiful and the boys persuaded my Mom to take them to the park across the street to play for a little while before heading to Adam's baseball game. I spent most of the baseball game talking with one of the other Dad's whose also on my tennis team. We rehashed each painful moment of our tragic loss earlier in the morning.
On Sunday we went to lunch for Mother's Day at Two Urban Licks. My sister-in-law, Agatha, set it up. She was trying to save herself the trouble of multiple gatherings and invited everyone (22 people) to one big gathering. All in all it worked out well. The restaurant is located in a warehouse loft on the east side of downtown in the Moreland Ave\Freedom Pkwy area. It's definitely the most hip place we've eaten at in, well, as long as I can remember. We were a little worried it would be too hip (cramped, foo foo, not kid friendly), but the space was open so we didn't feel claustrophobic at all - even with our big group. We sat in an atrium area that was being flooded with sunlight. It was so bright that we had to get the restaurant to send a couple guys up to close the roof. The food was, indeed, foo foo (expensive and smallish portions), but it was good and the small portions just meant there was plenty of room for dessert. We were on the late side for lunch and with the large group we were kind of dragging on, so the waitress was ready for us to leave. Helen said that she saw the waitress actually hold her arms out in a lifting motion as to say, "Ok, you can all leave now." You know they want you to leave when they don't even offer dessert. Someone in our party forced the issue and ordered some dessert, but it wasn't long before the guys were back up removing the roof again. It had rained since the roof was put on and when they moved the roof we all got wet below. We canceled the dessert order and complained to the manager. He was nice and took some off of our bill.
Helen's brothers run a limousine business and her brother, Paul, said that he had taken some prom kids to a cute dessert bistro called Chocolate Pink. After some intown parking hastle we made it. Someone mistakenly thought the price for an entire cake was the per item price and we were all headed out the door when the mistake was recognized. We were glad we stayed. It was a neat little place and we had a nice time. Everyone else ordered, but no one ordered the "Chocolate Pink", so I figured I would try it. After all, that was the dessert that the place was named for. We all agreed that it was the best one.
I don't have an abundance of fond memories of my time at Georgia Tech, but I told Helen that driving around downtown\midtown Atlanta with friends in the beautiful spring weather was one of the things I always enjoyed.
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