Where the beautiful people are.

I woke up this morning around 11ish, but didn't drag myself out of bed until 12. At which time I proceeded to very lazily, take my time in the shower. I dried my hair while checking my email, ate a banana, and hopped into my car. Just the usual routine. I headed down I-75, landing myself in Buckhead at the Atlanta History Center.

You see, the History Center has a new exhibit on Benjamen Franklin that I missed by a day the last time I went to the Center. I was thinking of walking through some of the gardens as well, but as soon as I stepped into the exhibition hall, all knowledge of time fled like a skittish skugg (as Benjamen Franklin would have called squirrels, which he dolefully kept as pets). I was overwhelmed with artifacts, works of art, historical information, computer touch screens and buttons. Oh the buttons that were begging to be pushed! After which, Benjamen Franklin would pop up on a screen, and he would speak! Whitisms and brilliance would flow from his mouth like the notes from his armonica. There was even an "Oregon Trail" style game where one had to make it from Boston to Philadelphia with quite limited funds (Just like Ben did when he ran away from home at the age of 17!) Would you rather ride in a friends wagon for 4 shillings? Or take a ship for 10? Would you prefer to stay and work in New York for a few days? Or continue on your journey? Eventually, either you would accomplish your trade, or the screen would pronounce your journey over. Also in the exhibit, were replicas of some of Ben's inventions. There was an Americana-style chair with a pedal underneath, which when pressed would move a piece of plastic back and forth over top of you, creating a fanning effect with very little effort! The best part about it, we could actually sit in it and test it out without alarms going off! There was much more to the exhibit, but I don't want to bore my dear readers too much. As I was leaving the exhibit, I mentioned to the greeter that I would love to volunteer there, and evidently they love volunteers! Before I knew it I had filled out the paperwork and soled my soul to forever be a nerd.

As Lenox was right down the road, it would seem like a missed opportunity not to window shop. I meandered through the usuals, Crate and Barrel, Anthropologie, Teavana, and I finally got the chance to play with the iPhone at the Apple Store (an absolutely incredible device). I have not yet sorted through the rationaliziation for "needing" one, but I'm working on it. = )

Considering it is a Sunday afternoon, no Sunday gallavanting about town would be complete without the "Sunday drive." Now, it doesn't matter that I've driven over 20 miles already, unless its intentional driving, and only for the sake of driving, does this count as my "Sunday drive." So East and West Paces Ferry seemed the perfect location, and I was right. The most extravagant, unique, and posh houses lined the streets, beautifully landscaped framing their architectural granduer. I was not disappointed.

By this time, I was hungry. I thought I would top off my so-much-greater-than mediocre day by going to the OK Café (oh the irony). This classic diner felt authentic, as if I had stepped back into time. I ordered a vegetable plate (they only use fresh vegetables) of mashed potatoes and the most delicious homemade gravy, black-eyed peas, macaroni & cheese that tantalizingly tasted truly homemade, and squash souflée. I really wanted to try a milk shake, but I was so satisfied by the main course I couldn't bring myself to do so.

This commences my wonderfully lazy Sunday: as close to a perfect day as I could wish for. I'll leave you with a quote...

"Being ignorant is not so much a shame, as being unwilling to learn."
-Poor Richard's Almanack, 1755