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We're going to make this a monthly thing again. Swear. Promise. Really. Details: Fox Bros. BBQ (on the patio) 1238 Dekalb Avenue, Atlanta 30307 7 pm, Tuesday, October 16

So I finally got my first tattoo. I was pretty determined to get it at 13 Roses in EAV after seeing Danielle DiStefano's portfolio and getting some good recommendations for her work in New York. I knew I wanted my dad's initials all black, but still kind of girly, on the inside of my left wrist. When I saw her sketch, it was perfect. She's also super chill, laid back, and fun to talk to. I absolutely will go back to her. I'm surprised it didn't hurt as much as I thought it would (definitely helps going in thinking the worst). It mostly stung in the top right corner of my wrist, but the rest stayed pretty numb once she started. Afterwards, it basically felt like a sunburn the day after, then nothing. That I can handle, and (sorry mom) I'm already thinking about my next one. So, in essence, I love it.

The Atlanta Girls Weekend was a sucess - much more low-key than Vegas, a lot less drunk than San Antonio, and we couldn't have asked for anything better. Friday started off with meeting people coming in from the airport, lunch at the Vortex and stopping off at Mac's for supplies. While hanging out in our hotel, we successfully got kicked out of our first room by 6pm. Nice. However, the hotel staff was nice enough to put us up on the floor with our friends' three other rooms. I got a peel from our group's designated Aveda aesthetician , too. We decided to stay in and have a pj party, eat pizza, and had a surprise Ben & Jerry's delivery via Zifty from one of the girls who couldn't make it. Sometime during this, the location of the nearest Inserection came up in conversation, and before you knew it we were off in our pj's to West Peachtree's shop. Yes, it was a fun night. We split up into groups the following day, doing mostly touristy things and whatnot. I ended up going to the new World of Coca-Cola with two girls. Wow, what a difference. It's fancy schmancy and actually fun, as opposed to the old one at Underground where you're pretty sure you're going to get mugged and your feet continuously stick to the floor. You even get a souvenir bottle of coke at the end of the tour (after the tasting room where they should also give you a souvenir roll of Tums). I thought it was worth the $15, at least. Afterwards, I ran the girls over to the Flat Iron in EAV with the intention of getting tats upstairs at 13 Roses. No dice - all I got was an appointment. However, the girls were intent on getting inked so the first place I thought of who'd take walk-ins was Liberty. They got theirs done, and I looked like a total pussy. Oh well. We headed back to get ready for dinner, had a great one at Vickery's (southern with gravy was a must!) and loved our server Jim, who I'm convinced is the gayest gay in all of Midtown. Love him. After dinner we stopped at Halo for drinks. It was pretty much too chill and boring, and we didn't want to go to all the foo foo clubs people recommended, then I decided to go with the tried-and-true. Yep, the Clermont. How else could I share the eccentricity of Atlanta? I seriously love these girls, who I've known now for almost 9 years and talk to pretty much everyday. We've been through weddings, divorces, births, deaths... I loved having them here, and miss them terribly already, but I'm ready to plan next year's meet-up. right. now.

You know that yearly giant all-girls trip I take every October? Well, this year it's in Atlanta. This weekend. Like, today. If you see me and a bunch of giddy, hot broads carousing in Midtown ... well, don't say I didn't warn you.

Some of you already know by now that I turned 30 last month. I wasn't overly worried about it, but not terribly ignorant of the fact, but I just let things flow like I always have (hey, it worked for 29 years). I celebrated with friends labor day weekend, a week earlier, because my family was coming into town on my real birthday weekend. Fake birthday celebration started off like every one should with a bunch of good friends and good food at Baraonda. Their prosciutto and arugula pizza is so good that it makes the word "good" sound like a paltry fart of a description. Afterwards, we hit The Highlander where I proceeded to get schooled in both Golden Tee and air hockey by boys. Then the highlight of the evening came when we went dancing at the Clermont Lounge. After looking at the gals at the Clermont, being 30 was going to be a fucking breeze. Last, but certainly not least, I got to end the night at everyone's favorite greasy spoon. For real birthday, my family rolled into town for a night in Atlanta followed by a couple of nights in a cabin up in Helen. We took my niece to the zoo for the first time. She was not impressed by much, but later caught sight of the pandas with my mom and was delighted. It was so great having them here, seeing the house, getting to walk to Sun In My Belly for brunch, hanging out with my sister and brother in law at our neighborhood bar, then sobering up with some Krystal ... I was over the moon. And of course we headed to Doraville and had some Korean bbq, which my very caucasian brother in law even loved! The cabin in Helen was so relaxing. It was definitely nice to have everyone together again. As if that wasn't enough, we repeated the awesomeness that is Oktoberfest in Helen with another cabin trip with friends (we celebrated fake birthday #29 with Oktoberfest last year). I've never had this much fun surrounding my birthday, and when I look around I just feel incredibly lucky and happy and yes, I get a little mushy inside. So that's what I've been doing instead of blogging - enjoying every minute that 30 has brought me and more. I think I may be just getting to the good stuff.