So, one of our best friends ever, Yancy was in town this week for the Orange conference. She kinda forgot we lived in Atlanta since we just moved here in January. So, she called us at the last minute and said, “Hey, I’ll be there on Sunday. Let’s get together.”
I called Daddy and said, “Where’s the best place to eat around her hotel?” We decided to go to the OK Cafe. Let me just give you a sampling of their menu:
Fried Cheese Grits with Jalapeno and cheese dip – $5.50
Pickle Chips – $5.50
That gives you a feel of how incredibly yummy that place is. I actually had the pot pie. If you go to their site and look at the menu, you’ll see a picture of it. They punched the letter “O” and the letter “K” out of dough for the top. Nice touch.
Anyway, we ate lots and talked more. It was very fun. So fun in fact we let Lydia stay up until 10pm. Her bedtime is 7pm and the only time she’s ever stayed up later is when we were at Disney World.
A couple nights later, Yancy got released from conference duty so we hit Pappasito’s Cantina. I think I was in Tex-Mex utopia. Besides the fact that the fajitas were downright heavenly, I put the best thing in my mouth I’ve ever had:
Shrimp Brochette: bacon-wrapped jumbo shrimp stuffed with Monterey Jack cheese & jalapeño, mesquite-grilled, served with pico de gallo
That shrimp was as big as my hand. And melt in your mouth. Oh. my.
So, the car. I’m getting to that. We drove Yancy to her hotel, said good-bye and I drove dh to the parking lot because we had come separately and were obviously going to leave in our separate cars. We drive down the aisle and don’t see the truck.
me: “Where’s the truck?”
dh: Oh no. It got towed.
me: Are you kidding me?
dh: No, look at that sign.
me: The one with the tow truck on it? Warning us to not park here?
So, I drop him off at the front of the hotel, drive around to find a safe place to park while he calls Yancy to meet him downstairs. I drive around for a few minutes, up and down through the entrance waving to the valet guys in their red and yellow suits. Then I find another parking lot a block away. I parked there vaguely wondering why I was one of 3 cars in the lot. On my way out, I saw a sign that said “CARS WILL BE TOWED.” I walked back to my car and start driving up the street again. Then my phone rings.
dh: The truck is right here. (Yancy’s laughter in the background.)
dh: It’s right here. They don’t tow cars. (More laughter.)
I think I even chuckled a little.