So I looked up the address Gailstorm gave me and tried to MQ and YM it - neither one could find the address, so I did my best and got the directions down and headed out. I couldn't even find the first turn. Welcome to ATL!
I finally am able to navigate, with telephone guidance from some of her associates at a game shop, the highways and such to her place of employment and was treated to a smoothy for brunch. Very good.
We set off back towards ATL and had a nice ride talking and listening to music and she told me about all these little places as we passed them. It was much easier getting back than heading out, and we were able to make it out to the High in good time. The line was long. We were queued up for about 10 minutes, and at the window find out that the earliest entry time is going to be 5PM...
So we headed back to my house for a bit. I'm really glad I cleaned up last night; the place is somewhat presentable. She likes my comp. setup! More talking, and some tickling, and some picture taking (eyes only... but nothing explicit!) and we had a lot of good, close time together.
We set back out for the High and ended up there around 6. We parked over at the Starbucks. I'm a cheap ass when it comes to parking - besides, it gave us a chance to walk in the evening air... And I wanted some coffee... and I'm a cheap ass when it comes to parking. That's just more I can spend on her! They wanted like $15 for High parking and I think that's just evil. So we're approaching the museum and I hear a loudness behind me, so I whisper to her to cinch her purse closer and I squeeze her tight against me. Sure enough, we get a gentleman that hollars forth "Get her off that streetside, young man!" and he comes up beside us being all boisterous and offers poetry and Gailstorm was soo nice to him. I told him that I wanted her right where she was (with me between the two of them) and he, I think, got the message. He remained incredibly polite during his "gimme money" pitch and in spite of the odd (christian) subject the flow was decent on his rhyme.
On approach to the exhibit, the usher-type gentleman at the head of the line allowed us to queue up for immediate entry, in spite of missing our entry time. I think it's 'cause Gailstorm is so damn cute. The line is still long, inside, and we've got a good wait for entry to the actual exhibit. That's O-K 'cause we just stay real close in line. It was really nice to have her there with me. We make it up to the space and it is sooo crowded. I've never seen a museum that crowded. C'est la vie, or something. The pieces on display ranged from bleh to fucking amazing. While I felt especially fortunate to be able to see some of the more famous works, I was very glad to see the more detailed, charcoal and watercolor pieces that I had no idea that had been done. We discussed the techniques of the artists and compared our opinions; she's very eloquent with her perceptions and expressions of her feelings.
I know that she wasn't as enthusiastic about the exhibit as I was, but I think we had a good time. After seeing the main event, we made it down to some of the more permanent exhibits and again discussed our feelings on the particular pieces, with her excitement bubbling over as we looked upon the renaissance-era paintings and sculptures. She was able to explain a lot of the symbolism used in the compositions that I had previously not noticed or considered. She's smart too.
We headed out. Time to eat. Apres Diem was nixed 'cause she wasn't in the mood for that type of food, so we look to Moe's for guidance (I've never been there - I hear it's good?) but alas, Moe's is Closed. It's time to head towards Marietta, anyway, so we're on the way home and she squeals "CHICK FIL-A!" and I have no choice but to comply. How can I deny such adorableness? So she feeds me on the way back, and some how knew every time I wanted a drink - I didn't even have to ask. It was soo sweet.
We drove by her house - a brief look only - and on toward her car. We parked and talked for a bit while the crowd at the theater got rowdy. They got really close to our car and I didn't know what the hell was going on but there was yelling and cars speeding around and lots of running and I said to her "stay in the car for a minute and keep your head down" 'cause we heard some loudness that could've been firearms. It got quiet after a bit and I got out to see if it was clear - and everyone was gone. No worries, but I wanted to get us out of there before anyone came back.
With a kiss goodnight, we said goodbye. I can't wait until Wednesday.
I may update this as I recall further details; I'll try to note the changes with a date in italics like this:
(added 2004-01-10)
[k]
I finally am able to navigate, with telephone guidance from some of her associates at a game shop, the highways and such to her place of employment and was treated to a smoothy for brunch. Very good.
We set off back towards ATL and had a nice ride talking and listening to music and she told me about all these little places as we passed them. It was much easier getting back than heading out, and we were able to make it out to the High in good time. The line was long. We were queued up for about 10 minutes, and at the window find out that the earliest entry time is going to be 5PM...
So we headed back to my house for a bit. I'm really glad I cleaned up last night; the place is somewhat presentable. She likes my comp. setup! More talking, and some tickling, and some picture taking (eyes only... but nothing explicit!) and we had a lot of good, close time together.
We set back out for the High and ended up there around 6. We parked over at the Starbucks. I'm a cheap ass when it comes to parking - besides, it gave us a chance to walk in the evening air... And I wanted some coffee... and I'm a cheap ass when it comes to parking. That's just more I can spend on her! They wanted like $15 for High parking and I think that's just evil. So we're approaching the museum and I hear a loudness behind me, so I whisper to her to cinch her purse closer and I squeeze her tight against me. Sure enough, we get a gentleman that hollars forth "Get her off that streetside, young man!" and he comes up beside us being all boisterous and offers poetry and Gailstorm was soo nice to him. I told him that I wanted her right where she was (with me between the two of them) and he, I think, got the message. He remained incredibly polite during his "gimme money" pitch and in spite of the odd (christian) subject the flow was decent on his rhyme.
On approach to the exhibit, the usher-type gentleman at the head of the line allowed us to queue up for immediate entry, in spite of missing our entry time. I think it's 'cause Gailstorm is so damn cute. The line is still long, inside, and we've got a good wait for entry to the actual exhibit. That's O-K 'cause we just stay real close in line. It was really nice to have her there with me. We make it up to the space and it is sooo crowded. I've never seen a museum that crowded. C'est la vie, or something. The pieces on display ranged from bleh to fucking amazing. While I felt especially fortunate to be able to see some of the more famous works, I was very glad to see the more detailed, charcoal and watercolor pieces that I had no idea that had been done. We discussed the techniques of the artists and compared our opinions; she's very eloquent with her perceptions and expressions of her feelings.
I know that she wasn't as enthusiastic about the exhibit as I was, but I think we had a good time. After seeing the main event, we made it down to some of the more permanent exhibits and again discussed our feelings on the particular pieces, with her excitement bubbling over as we looked upon the renaissance-era paintings and sculptures. She was able to explain a lot of the symbolism used in the compositions that I had previously not noticed or considered. She's smart too.
We headed out. Time to eat. Apres Diem was nixed 'cause she wasn't in the mood for that type of food, so we look to Moe's for guidance (I've never been there - I hear it's good?) but alas, Moe's is Closed. It's time to head towards Marietta, anyway, so we're on the way home and she squeals "CHICK FIL-A!" and I have no choice but to comply. How can I deny such adorableness? So she feeds me on the way back, and some how knew every time I wanted a drink - I didn't even have to ask. It was soo sweet.
We drove by her house - a brief look only - and on toward her car. We parked and talked for a bit while the crowd at the theater got rowdy. They got really close to our car and I didn't know what the hell was going on but there was yelling and cars speeding around and lots of running and I said to her "stay in the car for a minute and keep your head down" 'cause we heard some loudness that could've been firearms. It got quiet after a bit and I got out to see if it was clear - and everyone was gone. No worries, but I wanted to get us out of there before anyone came back.
With a kiss goodnight, we said goodbye. I can't wait until Wednesday.
I may update this as I recall further details; I'll try to note the changes with a date in italics like this:
(added 2004-01-10)
[k]
VIEW 5 of 5 COMMENTS
llona:
yikes.
k_kat:
I love your film list. 