3/24/2024 0 Comments Girls gone wild best![]() ![]() And no, your eyes have not been deceived it really was the size of Rebecca’s head! The following morning, we had breakfast at Highlands Bakery where I encountered the most insane French toast of my life (smothered in peanut butter and bananas at that!). Well, at 10:15pm, we were paying our bill and wishing we had a juicy burger to take back to the Ritz with us. The bartender asked us around 7:30 if we wanted on “the list,” but I figured there was no way we’d still be there at 10. Each night, Holeman prepares exactly 24 craftsman burgers that are ready at 10pm on the dot, but they “sell out” early. ![]() I was silently cursing my lack of foresight not ordering the famed burger. At that time, our table just happened to be available, so we moved into the next room. In the meantime, my friend Kendyl had seen my whereabouts via Instagram-I’m so easy to track down if anyone were to want to kill me ever-and texted me: “you’re in the ATL? I’m in the ATL!” A stroke of luck meant that she had no dinner plans so after her day at the marathon expo ended, she and her coworker Kaitlin met us at Holeman for a late dinner. The wait for the restaurant at 7pm was already two hours! Still, we put our names in…just in case. This time, we were a party of two and managed to sidle up to the bar and grab a table. ![]() I’ve long been wanting to check this place out, but last summer when I was in town, we were a bigger group and Holeman doesn’t take reservations. The first night found us at Holeman & Finch Public House for dinner. (I mean, I tried to do as much, but was ignored.) I think Rebecca was just excited to get to sleep past 7am.Īnd that no little feet came pitter-pattering down the hallway to climb in bed with her in the wee hours of the morning. How hard (read: expensive) could it be to add Wi-Fi to the list of services? Oh well, I had work to do but this just gave me an excuse to log off for a weekend. My only one qualm with staying in nicer properties is the minor costs that really add up. We may or may not have indulged in $16 cocktails just because we were “on vacation.” I blame genetics and the allergies that being back in the South have brought on.)īut the property had all the touches that make a Ritz remarkable: amazing, polite and personable staff a pool and hot tub and, most importantly, a great lounge and bar. Much more in line with my allergies! (Am I that difficult a traveler? That previous paragraph would imply so. We were on the spa level, and I was initially concerned about the overwhelming scents-last year when I stayed in the Ritz in Denver, my head pounded from the Bvlgari smells wafting throughout my suite-but I was pleased to find this hotel carried Molton Brown instead. The hotel itself was one of the older Ritz properties, but the rooms appeared to have been updated. We found ourselves at the Ritz-Carlton Buckhead after much debate, and were please to find that both Lenox Mall and Phipps Plaza were just over the crosswalk. Patrick’s Day Parade madness? Obviously, we chose the former. Seeing as I grew up just two-and-a-half hours from “Atlantica,” I’ve spent a good amount of time there shopping, but still we went back and forth: Would we rather stay in Buckhead where we can walk to all the malls and shops? Or do we want to stay downtown and partake in St. Because what mom to a pair of energetic rugrats doesn’t want a weekend away when her husband is offering it up? I already have my bunk beds!” But of course we still went. In the meantime, she actually found a better set on Zulily for $300, so McKayla, ever the thoughtful child, told her on Friday: “Mommy, you don’t need to go to Atlantica with Kristin anymore. Rebecca’s two- and four-year-old daughters had decided they wanted bunk beds, so we were going to scavenge for them in the bedlam known as IKEA. John was skiing in Seattle, so he gave Rebecca a free pass to spend a few days with me elsewhere. She lives in Memphis and I reside in Middle Tennessee, and so we closed our eyes and picked a point on the map, and voila! We found ourselves in Atlanta.Īctually, the idea first came about when Rebecca and John weren’t able to make my birthday weekend in Asheville. ![]() Before you read this post in hopes of a few “flashing for beads” photos, know in advance that my cousin Rebecca and I decided to take a much-needed (for her) “girlfriend getaway” (much as I loathe that term). ![]()
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