Brad Smith (jesus_h_biscuit) wrote,
Brad Smith

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"I was just guessing at numbers and figures
Pulling your puzzles apart
Questions of science, science and progress
Do not speak as loud as my heart..."

- Chris Martin

I cannot get over this song, I swear.
It makes me feel like it was written about me and for me, a reaction I love from any song.
There aren't many that make me feel like that, either.
Why all of my sentences end up with a comma in the middle, I am not sure.

Yesterday was fantastic. The only thing that would have made it better would have been disposable money to but stuff for my loved ones and new friends - who are well on their way to becoming loved ones. Oh, and to have not suffered travel in the Land Rover. Everything about that car now irritates me, to the point where not even the heated seats make it redeemable. Damien and I took his sister Tina (supertina) with us to Atlanta for the day, and we all had a good time.

Meeting Justin (xtex) was awesome, he turned out to be just as unpretentious and down to earth as I'd hoped he would be. We went straight to his house in Sandy Springs, a formidable abode perched on a cliff with the driveway of death - ugh, don't get me started! Awesome place, by the way.

Anyhoo, we kidnapped Justin and schlepped down to Little 5 Points for lunch and a bit of window shopping. Stopped in at Soul Kiss Imports, my favorite store in L5P and then had lunch at The Vortex. Waddled ourselves over to Junkman's Daughter (no website available) and browsed around for a bit there before heading to Tower Records where my sweetie secretly purchased Coldplay Live 2003 and gave it to me when we were walking out of the store. I've already listened to the CD, and am about to watch the DVD. Thank you again, Damien - I love it!

After that we took Justin home as he is fighting a bout with insomnia that is apparently worse than mine is and was beginning to run out of steam. We drove back to the cliffside fortress and I gave him the discs I burned for him and left him to get some much needed rest. From there we drove to the Dekalb Farmer's Market, one of my very favorite places in the world to be. Picked up some stuff for home and some clover honey for Mom (djrl) before heading over to see my dear friend Charlie.

Charlie lives about 3 minutes from downtown Decatur in a house that he and his boyfriend Jamie are completely renovating. I was totally impressed with the work they've done so far, and cannot wait to see the finished product. This is a big labor of love for the both of them, and it is truly beautiful. He led us to double french doors just off the kitchen to show us where his deck is going to be built and pointed something out that was kind of freaky, to say the least. Remember last October when that Atlanta woman shot and killed the church minister and her own mother before committing suicide IN the church? Well the back of that church is Charlie's backyard. I remember reading a story about it in the news and thinking to myself that Charlie lived in that area, but didn't realize it was that close to him. Pretty fucked up, innit?

Right before we left to drive home Charlie noticed a puddle of something underneath his car's rear quarter panel in the driveway. He stuck a finger and smelled it and said "Hmmm... That's diesel fuel." Then, in true Charlie fashion, came back with "I guess I'm going to have to worry about that tomorrow, huh? Before I finish this, I'm going to tell a quick Charlie story. This is one of the better ones. It's about his Grandmother Rita. She's fucking hilarious, and not because she tries to be. She sent him a gift and he calls her to thank her for it, right? Well bear in mind that Rita's hearing is just about nonexistent and here he is calling her on the phone. She answers and he starts in on how nice it is and how thankful he is for it when she stops him and loudly says "Charlie, I can't hear a word you're saying. I assume you got your gift and that all is well. I love you - goodbye" and hangs the phone up. You know, everyone should have a Jewish grandmother.

I was really hoping to sleep in this morning, but alas it was not to be. I woke up at 6-ish and made coffee and let out the puppies, then started some laundry, which I'm about to finish before watching my Coldplay DVD and finish cleaning up before I pick up the kids and bring them home. All in all, good weekend. Glad I got to spend it with such great people.

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