I would still call DisneyWorld the happiest place on earth (me and fifteen trillion of my closest friends), but I think the Coke museum in Atlanta (now The World of Coca-Cola) is the happiest place in Georgia. (Ask me again after I go to the aquarium.) I love Coke. Me and Coke are buddies. We like to hang out.
My class got out a little earlier than expected, so I headed out of the windowless training room on the 9th floor (windowless, yes, but NOT in a basement – big improvement) hoping to go for a run. I got off the elevator to cloudy skies, but I was still hopeful. Cloudy just means it’ll be cooler without the sun beating down on me. Then I got outside. Raining. Hard. Annoyed. (Me, not the rain, although who knows?) Then I had a brilliant idea. I’m in Atlanta, it’s only 4pm, it’s raining, and I’m mere blocks away from a shrine to the only soft drink worthy of the name. So I went – by myself – and joined a tour group and spent a very enjoyable couple of hours looking at all the Coke stuff, watching the videos, watching a ton of Coke commercials, and tasting many (not nearly all) of the really disgusting Coke products they manage to sell around the world. On my way out (funneled, of course, through the gift shop, where I showed admirable restraint and did NOT buy myself a t-shirt), they handed me a Coke. 🙂
In sadder news, Roxy had a seizure this morning. John said it was a cluster seizure, and she was in the middle of it when he came back in from his morning run. Riley had done his holding her down thing, there was hair everywhere, and he’d slobbered all over her neck. (No blood.) John talked to our vet this afternoon, and she apparently jumped to the conclusion that the new medicine isn’t working and that Roxy needs an MRI (costs at least $1000 according to her (the vet, not Roxy)). I’m not sure why she (the vet) went there so quickly, though. Roxy’s only been on the new meds for a month and off the old meds for only three weeks, and in that time she’s had basically two episodes. That sounds pretty promising to me. So we’re going to ignore the vet for the time being. (That’s a strange phrase. Time being. I’m sure I’ve said it before, but I don’t think I’ve ever written it down. Looks too weird.)
It got late before I realized it, and I haven’t eaten dinner yet, so I’m out of here.
Updated to add Roxy’s second set of seizures for the day. Three this time. John may be leaving her with the vet for observation tomorrow, since he can’t stay home with her.
Bridget Callahan
The Atlanta Aquarium is THE Happiest Place In Bridget’s World. WHALE SHARKS.
Wombat
Oh, poor Roxy! And how sweet that Riley holds her down! 🙂 Keep us posted.
ibcRandy
I don’t know how long you’re going to be in Atlanta, but two places you should definitely check out:
1 – Little Five Points and specifically The Junkman’s Daughter. It’s a very artsy eclectic area. It’s always around Halloween when I’m down there for the Decatur Beer Festival, so it’s a little extra festive around then, but it’s still a neat area year round. Just don’t go into the Vortex no matter how tempting the giant skull door looks. The hostess there is a tiny jerk.
2 – The Brick Store. It’s a pub, but one of the best pubs I’ve been to outside of England (and frankly nicer than most I had been to in England). It’s huge, fairly nice, and has a Belgian bar on the 2nd floor. The fish and chips are fantastic, and it’s all of a 2 minute walk from the Decatur Marta stop. Actually quite a few decent restaurants right around that stop as well.
ibcRandy
Addendum: If you’re going to little five points, don’t get it confused with five point. They are two different places. I think the closest Marta stop from little five points is something like .5 – 1 miles away.
Zannah
I’ve got this week and next week (with a weekend home in between), so I’ve got time. And I’ll have a Friday night here next week, so I’ll check out the pub then. Thanks for the suggestions!