Friday night was mine and Sasha's monthly dinner. We didn't do one in January because we were recovering from Christmas. We chose Serpas True Food @ Studioplex on Auburn Ave. somewhere between Inman Park and Cabbagetown. Across from the creepy smokestack I used to want to live in.
The space is really big and lofty but not too industrial. I don't go past that area often so I hadn't noticed that it's been there for about 4 weeks. At least that is what the waiter told us. Sasha and I had been drinking before we got there at 6:30pm for our 7:00pm reservation, so the first thing out of my mouth after the waiter left was that he looks like a rat and I started singing "Somewhere Out There" (Fievel's song from An American Tale). I'm such a bitch. In the beginning he was a little too attentive and we dropped not-so-subtle hint after not-so-subtle hint that we were taking our time, but he would not back off, towards the end of the meal he caught on.
Sasha and I ordered a $25 bottle of chardonnay and ordered mushroom tostadas - which were basically like mushroom and brie-filled Tostitos scoop/bowl things. I shouldn't say that. That takes away from how delicious they were. Seriously delicioso. I later said I probably could have had several orders of that and been fine. Sasha ordered the scallops (I think? I was so drunk I can't remember now) and I ordered the KC Strip Steak. I definitely know I ordered the KC Strip steak because towards the end of it (and it was huge by the way), I almost picked it up and started gnawing on the bone like a dog. Gross.
In spite of that, when Sasha asked me at the end of the evening whether I'd come back I said probably only for drinks. Their bar area is cute.
So Sasha and I do these monthly dinners and we calculated that if we do one every month this year and each one costs us approximately $60 a month, that's over $700 in food a year. Yikes. So we decided to do alternate dining styles every month. I'd mentioned earlier in the evening I'd never been to Bojangles or Zaxby's (heard good things about both), so next month we're going to Bojangles.
THATS RIGHT I SAID BOJANGLES!
This particular conversation was a lot funnier when we had it - but you had to be there. Actually, the whole evening was great conversation. Thanks, Sasha. Thanks also because she let me sleep on her couch. I was too drunk to drive. I left at 7:30ish the next morning. I had been wearing a black and white dress that came just above my knee, no tights and my black patent stilettos on Friday night. Well, Sasha gave me a pair of velour pants to wear for overnight. So imagine me in the morning coming across a running group and a power walker on the way to my car, my hair a mess, velour pants with patent stilettos and a trenchcoat. Hot. I was THE walk of shame.
Saturday during the day I didn't do ANYTHING. I laid in bed Facebooking and sleeping and doing nothing. I didn't get out of bed until like 2:00pm to eat something and take a shower. I was meeting Yones at 5:00 to watch Rachel Getting Married and have dinner at Apres Diem.
Rachel Getting Married is an interesting movie. I cried a lot. There are parts that made me really uncomfortable, but in that familiar sort of way. I can see why Anne Hathaway has been nominated for awards for her role as Kim the messed up sister of Rachel. She was really amazing. Definitely broke out of her Ella Enchanted and Princess Diaries Disney roles. Yes, I'm embarrassed I know that. Afterwards we wandered into Apres Diem and as soon as we walked in and the hostess asked us if we had reservations I remembered what day it was. Red and pink and couples EVERYWHERE. It's funny how you can tell city couples from suburban couples. I'm not trying to be a location snob here, but you can tell. It's in the way they dress and carry themselves and at Apres Diem, its also what culture they are - since Apres is frequented by the "international" set.
Both Yones and I weren't ready to call it a night after dinner so we hatched a Valentine's Day plan. WE WERE GOING TO CHILES! Yes, I said CHILES! We wanted a goofy night, and what better place then Chiles? It's also a MARTA stop away from Yones' house, so we could get as wasted as we wanted to, take MARTA and only walk a short distance back. Perfect.
So we get there and I order a MUDSLIDE (hahahaa) and Yones orders a margarita. We watched some of the pre-All-Star game festivities like the Slam Dunk contest, but way more interesting than that was the entertainment in the form of Chiles customers. Lets see:
The Connected: Have you ever seen that reality show on E! or Bravo about John Gotti's family? Growing Up Gotti or something? Anyway, there were these two dudes at the bar, one older and one younger - looked like a father/son pair but I think they were friends. Anyway, I turned to Yones and I was like, these dudes look like something out of that Gotti show. He says to me (in his finest Jersey accent), oooh you think they're connected?? Hysterical.
The Talker: So when we saddled up to the bar there was this couple that were looking at us because we were standing there deciding whether the area where we wanted to sit had really been vacated (no plates or glasses had been cleared). The dude is all sit sit sit! We kinda are just like oooook and sit. He then launches into this explanation/justification as to why he's there. How everything is booked and so he and his girlfriend decided to come to Chiles. Um. I'm pretty sure it was not her decision to come to Chiles for Valentine's Day. Only me and Yones make that decision. He tries talking to us the rest of the time both of them are there. So annoying. I mean if you are going to take your girlfriend out to Chiles for Valentine's Day, TALK TO HER!
Svetlana & Nadja: There really isn't a story to this one except that these two Russian girls walked in (they were speaking Russian when they walked in) and they looked like hookers. One of them was wearing a faux cheetah shrug and a red nightgown and had the worst fried blonde hair I'd seen in awhile. Nice.
Bacchus: Bacchus is the Greek god of wine and was allegedly always drunk and happy and obese. Well, we had a Bacchus of our own in the corner booth at Chiles. He'd get up with his empty wine glass, start talking to the guy sitting across from him, go up to the Jersey (or Gwinnett in this case) girls at the bar and just run his mouth. He was clearly drunk and I was clearly relieved that he left not long after we arrived. Disaster.
White/Black: Three girls clearly not from the city of Atlanta walk into the bar and one of them has the worst hair I've ever seen. I'm not sure what stripper popularized this look, but you'll be thinking "stripper" when I start describing it. The girl is rail thin, but clearly has a push up bra on (or fake boobs) and is almost orange. The best part of her is her hair. Its platinum blonde on the top (meaning the first half of her hair and the underside is black. AWFUL.
These were just some of the characters at the Lindbergh Chiles. I highly recommend an evening out there.
Yones and I left around 12:30am to make the last MARTA home. I had two very strong Mudslides and he had three margaritas. We were happy drunk. Then we took some Xanax and went to bed.
And that, my friends, is how you do Valentine's Day in the ATL! what WHAT!
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