I spent the past President’s Day weekend in Atlanta, which, in the post-Super Bowl lull, seemed particularly content and locally-focused. There were many highlights of the trip – amazing food at every turn, the airport’s delightful “plane train,” the beautiful weather on Saturday – but by far the most memorable was our adventures with Bird. It’s a noun, it’s a verb, it’s a staple of the community— and it’s everywhere! Their motorized scooters are surprisingly sturdy and so much fun, when you don’t take them down slippery streets after dark (let’s pretend I don’t have two skinned knees and a couple huge bruises). Birding through Atlanta may have left me wounded, but I’m still campaigning for them to expand to my neighborhood! Here are some pictures of the weekend.
- On Commitment & the Cool Girl
- Red Bean Soup