When you have a guy at home whose idea of a good time involves a Taco Bell beefy 5 layer & streaming 3 football games at a time, you start to love girl time out of necessity. Now I love my husband, he gives me googly eyes all the day long. But he looks at me weird every time I steal his french fries. Atalie and I didn't have french fries, but if we did, I think she would be a gracious fry-giver! Hanging out with Atalie was more overdue than my car's oil change. You know when someone texts you, and they obviously know who YOU are but you are terrible at saving people's numbers and you have no idea who they are? Then you have that huge decision to make. Do I stupidly go along with them and hope I can figure out who the heck I am talking to by myself while being as vague as possible? OR do I admit my phone number saving weakness and just ask. Thankfully, I chose the latter of the two options. We had so much fun adventuring through Atlanta the other week. She's awesome, & pretty much steals all the cool for herself.

Let's just say the stars aligned when Atalie offered to drive. Trying to drive in Atlanta when you are a Caroline Whitehead is an adventure fraught with total peril. Just the other day I was in Midtown, & went to pay for parking. I went to the machine with a $20 in hand to pay for a $5 parking fee, and came back with $0. Because apparently those machines only take exact change, which I saw in itty bitty writing on the bottom left of the billing screen just after I put in my $20. IT ALL HAPPENED SO FAST. And now, I can't stop thinking about all the sweet teas I could have bought with that extra $15. Atlanta, you and your devil-loving one way streets have a lot of making up to do. You can start with flowers.

We ate at a place off of Krog Street, and obviously ordered tacos. I love tacos. Caps style. I LU-HUUUVE TACOS. I know what I want, & for whatever reason that doesn't ever include anything other than grilled chicken tacos with avocado salsa. You just can't reason me out of this one, okay, so don't even try. Then we somehow ended up in a general store babytalking up some succulents (no, literally. "OHHH this one is just so cute!" "Look how tiny it is!"). Maybe you can blame it on our food coma and the effect it had on our brains, but we went in with the hopes of finding ONE succulent and came out with FIVE each. I have set up a standing post-taco-succulent-hoarding tradition that heaven forbid I forget to uphold!

If you've never walked around & looked at all the different murals in Atlanta, you're missing out. It'll make you wanna sponge it all up. And that's exactly what I tried to do! It's been a perfect summer, & this was the perfect end to it before a busy and excited Fall.

xo Caroline