Many CheekPeeps have gone not so gently into that good night of over the 40 hill land. Swiftly approaching it myself, I'm finding the horse's ass celebrations intensifying in revelry.
Mid-July found Kimplicated, *the* original concert consort, in horse's ass goodness. We managed to surprise her with a brunch on Ponce, augmented with Maggiano's cheesecake. Yum.
Kimplicated kidnappery then ensued to the Emory Conference Center, replete with Frank Lloyd Wright goodness and massage appointments for all. The massage terrorist hurt so good!
Dinner found us making our mosey to the square in Decatur, with the title shot snapped in the pay parking lot.
Had hoped for a francophilian supper at Cafe Alsace, but they were sold out for the holiday n' stuff. Second fiddle Thai knoshing didn't suck, with dessert next door at Sage. Finished the night with a lesson in darts in the lounge.
Hooray for Kimplicated! Hooray at last! Hooray for Kimplicated, she's a horse's ass!