On the Move

After almost three years of living by myself, I have decided to move out of my Emory area apartment and take on a roommate. My step-sister and I are moving to Midtown. I guess it's my love of gay men that is taking me there. Well, that and Piedmont Park. This means several changes for me:
1. No more guest room. Actually, it's more like no more second walk in closet that is the real downer.
2. I have to get gas power. Since I'm rarely home and never cook, I don't have gas and just use an electric blanket in the winter. Believe it or not, my apartment was usually between 65 and 75 in the winter because my neighbors had their heat on so high.
3. I have to take the trash out when it's full. Although my step-sister did say she doesn't mind taking the trash out. Maybe I'll unload the dishwasher all the time in exchange for her doing the trash.
4. I will be only minutes away from dollar draft at The Park Tavern when it rains. Very nice benefit.
5. I can walk to MARTA instead of driving. This is key for Thrashers games and beer festivals.
I am looking forward to the change of scenery.

What country do we live in??

This seems a simple question for fifth graders. Or so I thought. It came up on a government pre-test yesterday and most students didn't even attempt it as it was at the end of the test. To prove that they simply weren't putting in their full effort (or so I thought), I posed that same question in class today. Here are the top four answers:
1. North America
2. Atlanta
3. Georgia
4. U.S.A. (Wow, fourth times a charm!)
I've got my work cut out for me!

Why I'm going to be drunk tonight

I sent my friend out to buy beer. Well, he was going out to the store so I gave him money for beer. What do I get in return?... 16 ounce beers. I am a woman who takes my own coozie to festivals, parties, etc. I like cold beer. So now I have to drink fast so my 16 ounces don't get too warm before I get to finish it. Then I'm going to the Georgia Theatre in Athens for the Drivin' n' Cryin' concert where the draft beer seems to get people twice as drunk as usual. And since bars don't recycle, I tend to buy draft beer (although thinking about it, that's probably irrelevant since I'm sure the Theatre uses plastic cups anyway). Regardless, a sober night seems not to be in the horizon for me. I guess I just need one last "fling" before my students arrive on Monday. Twenty-one ten year olds will tend to drive one to drink... heavily.