Chick with Sticks

A recap of our trip to the auction and to Athens this past weekend:

I had to get up early Saturday morning, and by early I mean 1:30 am. I am a morning person and I love being up when the sun is still down, but 1:30 is way too early to be getting out of bed. That’s not “morning” – that’s late night. But, I dragged myself out of bed and managed to make it through a shower without falling asleep, and we were on the road by 3.

The auction itself was torture. Hot, boring, crowded, and I couldn’t even put my feet on the ground unless I wanted them to be devoured by ants. I had to prop them up on the legs of the chair in front of me, which was not very comfortable. Jody bought two items within the first couple of hours, but there was one more item his father wanted so we had to wait a few more hours for that item. It finally came up, and Jody was outbid. So, that was the end for us, we claimed our two items and got out of there as fast as we could. I have no idea what time the auction actually ended, there was more than 1000 items there and it was only about halfway through when we left. But Jody’s father was very pleased when we showed him the things that we bought, so it was worth it. He was happy, and he paid for our trip so it was a good trade-off.

Once we left the auction we drove over to Athens, where we showered at our hotel before heading out. I was somewhat surprised by Athens – it’s a college town, our hotel was right next to the UGA campus – so I was expecting… I don’t know, more college student-appropriate stores. Cheap stuff, basically. But instead downtown Athens is filled with expensive boutiques, not unlike Savannah. There were a few shops that I would expect to see in a college town, like record stores and coffee shops. Oh, and we went into a tobacco shop that had a hookah bar. Maybe it’s because I’m 25 I wasn’t surprised to see it, I know what they are, but Old Man Jody thought it was very strange, and was convinced it was for smoking pot.

And speaking of old…..Jody and I found a Five Guys restaurant. Heather had raved about how she loved their burgers so we decided to try it. First thing – OMG THE MUSIC WAS SO LOUD!!! We could barely hear each other. We asked them to turn it down and I’m sure they are still laughing at us for that. They didn’t turn it down – they pulled the “If it’s too loud, you’re too old” saying on us – well, we’re too old. It was much too hot to eat outside so we tried to find a table as far away from a speaker as we could and we suffered through it.

Oh, and the portion size was outrageous. I ordered a small burger, Jody ordered a regular one, and we thought we could share a large order of fries. Ha! Large? Oh, no…. I would not call what they gave us “large”. Enormous? Mammoth? Let me put it this way, we both shared the fries with our meal, I brought the leftovers with me to work today for lunch and I still have some left over. All I ate for lunch was fries and I am full, AND have some to spare! That’s a lot of fries.