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2001-10-16 - 2:39 p.m.

My Trip to Atlanta Ė A Tale Told by the Numbers

Time spent in the Austin airport, waiting for the weather in Houston to clear up: 4 hours
Time spent in the plane, sitting on the runway: 1 hour
Time spent rushing around the Houston airport, trying to find someone who could get me on a later flight to Atlanta: 1 hour
Amount of times I began to think that wheeled suitcases really are a good idea: 12 (approx.)

Number of guilty remarks made by my sister Emma on the infrequency of my visits (ďI donít know why you come all this way and then you donít have time to play with me.Ē): 1
Number of lunches eaten with Emma at her school cafeteria: 1
Amount of time spent playing tag with Emma and her first grade classmates, where, for the first time ever, I was the coolest kid in the schoolyard: 30 minutes

Amount of time it took to drive from Marietta to East Atlanta, to meet Adrienne: 1 hour and 45 minutes
Amount of time Adrienne waited for me in East Atlanta: 45 minutes
Number of long distance phone calls made by Adrienne to my cell phone to determine where exactly in East Atlanta I was: 1
Total amount of time spent with Adrienne: 1 hour

Number of times I could almost see why people live in Atlanta, as I traversed back streets through little neighborhoods trying to avoid traffic: 1

Number of meals eaten at Tortillaís, my favorite burrito place ever: 1
Number of stomachaches after aforementioned meal: 1 (but possibly caused by stress over seeing ex-boyfriend)

Number of hours spent at the Red Light Cafť, to see my ex-boyfriendís band: 5
Number of amazingly good conversations with someone at the Red Light who is as infatuated with This American Life and The West Wing as I am: 1
Number of people seen at the Red Light who were in my homeroom in high school and currently date one of Treyís band mates: 1
Hours slept that night: 4

Number of weddings attended: 1

Amount of time spent talking to Molly at the wedding: 15 minutes
Amount of time spent wishing Molly would adopt me and let me live at her house forever and ever: 15 minutes (and on and off since then)
Number of times Molly asked me when I was moving back to Atlanta: 3

Number of years since Iíve seen Mean Brian: almost 4
Number of years since Iíve seen Frenchy Brian: 5
Number of years since Iíve seen Brian from my college dorm: at least six
Number of years since Iíve thought of Brian from my college dorm: at least six (amazing who you run into at weddings)

Number of times while driving that I listened to The Wedding Presentís Seamonsters, which I only own on tape, and therefore never listen to (coincidentally enough, Mean Brian was the one who introduced me to The Wedding Present): 4

Number of strippers seen at the Clermont Lounge: 2 (but I was only there half an hour or so)

Number of herons as big as Emma seen in my dadís backyard: 1

Number of times spent wondering if Coke tasted better in Atlanta, like Guinness is supposed to taste better in Irelend, and best in Dublin, where itís brewed: 1

Number of times spent marvelling at how familiar the trees look in Atlanta: 3 (at least)

Number of fights I had with my dad: 0
Number of fights I had with my mom: 0
Number of fights I had with my stepdad: 0
Number of fights I had with my stepmom: 0
Number of emotional breakdowns: 0

So yeah, Iíd say this trip went better than the last one.

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