This weekend I spent a rocking twenty-four hours in Atlanta. My dear friend Caitlin is getting married in September, and Cal and I are two of her bridesmaids. So the two of us left after Cal finished her day of rotations and Greg got off of work on Friday afternoon. We drove to Jasper, AL and crashed at a Quality Inn before waking up, driving to the ATL and commencing the wild(ish) rumpus.
This seems like a good point to insert an aside about what Stephanie, the maid of honor, refers to as “mommy guilt” levels. Leaving the kid for the weekend was tough. I wasn’t worried about him being well taken care of–how could I? He spent the weekend with his awesome dad. I wasn’t actually worried about anything specifically. It just felt odd to be without him for two days. I caught myself staring at a picture of him on my phone for a second longer than normal on more than one occasion.
Here’s the laundry list of what we did:
– Lunch and rule making at Erin and Mim’s house (rules for Caitlin, not for the rest of us)
– Manicures and coffee (my Nalgene was an unfortunate casualty to that part of the day)
– Lingerie party (’nuff said)
– Dinner at the Sun Dial, a rotating restaurant on the top floor of the Westin (super, duper swanky)
– Drinks at a speakeasy (enter through a pizza parlor, open a bookcase, end up in a secret bar–moonshine and a round of never have I ever ensued, as did checking some things off of Caitlin’s bachelorette list)
– Karaoke at a live band heavy metal bar (just as insane as it sounds; Caitlin brought down the house with her rendition of Bohemian Rhapsody)
– Dancing at a club (where we met two guys named “Winston” and got a drink invented called the Caitlin)
We fell asleep around 3:30 and were out the door on our way to get more coffee and hit the road at 9:15. One of the best things about the short vacation was getting to spend so much time with Cal. It was a great, if quick, trip. Thankfully, Caitlin is coming in town for her bridal shower this weekend, which means we will get more time to celebrate with her.
Caroline Mitchell Carrico 