Oh, Atlanta. I Hear You Calling.

Dave and I are wondering why we haven’t done this sooner.  The whole weekend was a ridiculous amount of fun.  We had a gorgeous room and a view of the Georgia Dome and all of downtown.  I got to see my cousin Megan’s cute baby bump.  We had dinner with Owen Wilson, well not with Owen Wilson, but he was having dinner at Ecco at the same time we were.  Dave bought me a fancy pants new dress.  We paid $13 for tiny drinks.  Met our friend Doug’s new girl.  {Anyone that can survive an introduction like this weekend is a keeper.}  We danced like nobody’s business.  We stayed out until 2:30 in the morning.  Had hotel sex.  Spent time laughing so much our faces hurt.  Had much needed, in the same city, time with our friends Alli and Mike.  Atlanta treated us well.  And y’all, it was just what we both needed.

A little time being Dave and Michelle.

It was way more important than I thought.

I feel renewed.  And ever so slightly hungover on fun.  Not a bad problem to have.