moving weekend take 57

Atlanta is a foodie town and whenever I try a good, new restaurant, I’m almost guaranteed to say, “my dad would love this place.” The man will try any food once, and I can think of almost nothing he dislikes. The more obscure options they have, the more interested he is.  Which is why, this weekend when we were somehow able to squeeze in some really good meals in between loads of manual labor, I called it a great success.

We kick started the weekend at Murphy’s Friday night. After driving all day, Muff&Dave definitely deserved good food and wine. It was so much fun being able to show them a new place right by my house – I kept telling them they should just retire in Atlanta. Who needs the beach when you have Peachtree? 

Saturday we got up bright and early to start moving day. We moved all.day.long, from before 8 a.m. to after 9 p.m. – but it was so worth it. My parents were, as usual, total workhorses and I could not be more grateful for it. I think I’d be moving for three weekends in a row without them. Every time I turned around I felt like they’d done something else fast, furiously and perfectly.

The place was all set up by the time we stopped, and I’m so happy in it. I didn’t realize how much of a toll having rats was taking on me – I feel like a weight has been lifted.

Saturday night we crashed into our seats at Pozole for some good Mexican and margs.

Sunday, we woke up and had breakfast at West Egg before they hit the road. I basically begged them to (1) stay until Monday and (2) move here, but so far they’ve resisted. Maybe if I stopped putting them to work every time they came my arguments would work better?

Thank you, mom and dad, for moving me – yet again!!