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I've been thinking. When you visit a city, you can either see all the touristy things, which will all be crowded and busy, though it is nice to see in person the places you've seen on TV and read about in books.

That's not the way I want to travel, though. I want to meet the locals, talk to them, and see what they consider the best parts of their city. I want to hear and see and experience what they love about where they live.

So, as a result, I've comprised a list of five things every Atlantan or Atlanta visitor should do.

1. See The Nutcracker at the Fox Theatre
When I was small, Christmas wasn't really Christmas until my mom and I dressed up, drove all the way down Peachtree Street, and saw the Atlanta Ballet dance The Nutcracker at The Fox Theatre. We slacked off for a few years when I got older, for one reason or another, but recently, we've started the tradition again full force. We dress up. We go to dinner somewhere in midtown or Buckhead. And then we start down the road, Christmas music playing, the sun slowly setting over my city and the Christmas lights making Peachtree Street positively glow. That in itself is perfection, but then we get to the Fox and the marquee lights are reflecting off passing cars and the air is cold and I'm wearing heels and a nice coat...the theatre is crowded with happy patrons, and everyone is dressed in their holiday best. The smells grab you from one side - popcorn, coffee spiced nuts - and old theatre from the other - dance shoes, wooden floors, carpets, hopes, dreams. We buy tickets so that we're close enough to see the dancers' faces, hear their pointe shoes as they hit the stage. And when the lights go down and the first notes start, it's more magic; when the foamy snow starts to fall from the ceiling and the Atlanta Boys Choir breaks into song, it's finally Christmas.

2. Piedmont Park
Originally farmland and then prime location for expositions, this 189-acre jewel is certain to provide everyone with something to do. From the dog park, swimming pool and playground to the track, two lakes and tennis courts, Piedmont Park should be and is the destination for anyone in their right mind, especially on warm spring or cool fall days. You can satiate your hunger, either by patronizing the Park Tavern or grabbing a burrito at Willys. You can attend festivals, like the Dogwood Festival every spring, or the Jazz Festival in the summer, or attend a movie with hundreds of your neighbors at Screen on the Green. You can hang out on the lawn and welcome runners of the PEachtree Road Race, which ends its annual 10k race on the great lawn. You can dance at concerts, as many did this year when the Eagles came to play the Green Concert. Or, if you're quieter, like me, you can take a blanket and lie in the grass, or swing life away on one of the swings that are situated beside the lakes. Piedmont Park is one of my favorite places in Atlanta, and a place that everyone should visit at least once, if not more.

3. Dinner at Mary Mac's
After you have your fill of nature at Piedmont Park, venture down the road a little to Mary Mac's Tea Room, an Atlanta landmark since 1945. If you've never had southern cooking (though I don't know people like that) then this is the place to come, with a menu full of fried chicken, vegetables, cornbread, and banana pudding. This food tastes like something your old southern grandmother would make, bringing to mind the Progresso soup commercials where imbibers of the soup call the factory, demanding to speak to their grandma; you would swear mee-maw is in the kitchen, whipping up those mashed potatoes in her old Pyrex mixing bowl. Don't expect to stick to your diet-they're known for their sweet tea, and if you don't get a dessert you're missing out on one of life's joys. You'll leave full, of both food and southern hospitality, as each server is kind and polite, much as any good southern momma teach their children to be. This is Atlanta. Welcome to the South.

4. Spend a holiday at Lenox Square
I lived in Atlanta for 18 years before I ever went to Lenox Square, 22 before I ever saw the great tree on top of Macy's, and 23 before I witnessed the largest fireworks display in the South. Lenox Square was the first major shopping mall in Georgia, and one of the most upscale. You can celebrity watch while you shop like a celebrity; with stores like Louis Vuitton, Fendi, 7 for All Mankind, and several others, if you have some money to spend and want to feel like somebody, shop here. If you're not into shopping, however, there are other events that might strike your fancy. Every 4th of July the sky explodes in the largest fireworks display in the Southeast. Every Thanksgiving night, at 7pm sharp, choirs and local musicians welcome the Christmas season by lighting Macy's Great Tree, a giant Georgia Christmas tree that sits on top of Macy's. These are Atlanta traditions, and it wouldn't feel like home without them. Swing by Lenox Square for a weekend, buy some Jimmy Choo shoes or sit atone of the many restaurants and just watch the people. You'll start, very soon, to feel like a real Atlantan.

5. Murder Kroger
"Down on Ponce where the call girls roam
Where homeless trannies won't leave you alone
Just a block or so past the Clermont Lounge
Sits the deadliest grocery store in town.
It's a good place to go if you wanna buy crack
But if you go there for groceries you may never come back

It's murder, Murder Kroger
It's murder, Murder Kroger
It's a grocery store with a deadly twist
You'll get shot in the head for your shopping list
Murder Kroger!"

It goes on from there. No, this isn't just a clever song - Murder Kroger is real, and living down on Ponce beside the Ford Factory Lofts. There is a Facebook group dedicated to this scary/interesting/unique establishment, and dozens of stories adorn the group wall, all about strange occurrences which took place there. The term Murder Kroger stemmed from a decomposing body found in the parking lot in the late 90's; the fear and reputation probably originated because that area of Ponce was pretty rough before the gentrification that started in 1996. Any number of odd things can happen when one visits, and it always makes for a good story, especially when one visits the store when drunk. Murder Kroger is open 24 hours a day, which means if your plane is delayed for a few hours or you have a layover, you can take a cab up and wander around, even at 3am. But remember:
"When you leave your car don't forget your mace
Unless you wanna be stabbed in the face
By an angry bum with a switchblade knife
I hope those hot pockets were worth your life!"

Welcome to Atlanta!

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Tonight, I was curious.

So I settled down in my big chair, turned on the food network, and scrolled through my Facebook wall, looking at all the status updates and things that have happened since this time last year.

Things change. Really, really quickly and a lot.

For instance. One year ago today, I dropped my first barista job at a local coffeehouse, and wrote a tidy rant about it.

This time last year, I had two internships and two jobs. I had a boyfriend. I lived at home, and was skinnier. I was tired and sick all the time. Pa-Pa was still in the hospital. I was actually writing songs, and performing them.

Life is different, this time around. My life has done a complete 180, and most of the above paragraph is not my life anymore. I finally have only one job. I have my own place. I'm getting enough sleep, and I won't get pneumonia. Pa-Pa is, as you've read in blogs past, safely at home, as healthy and wonderful as ever.

I could complain, say what a wasted year 2009 was, curse that entire year and the problems it brought me. But what's the use? That won't change anything. It happened, it's in the past, and there's no point in wasting your energy obsessing about the past when you're living in the present. Besides, all the crap that happened last year made me into the person I am right now. I wouldn't be doing what I'm doing or be with who I'm with right now if I'd made other turns, or other decisions, or if anything had happened differently. Under the Tuscan Sun (awesome movie, one to watch while in bed with your blankets and pillows) put it best:

"Any arbitrary turning along the way, and I would be elsewhere. I would be different. Unthinkably good things can happen, even late in the game. It's such a surprise."

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Things I Love, This Week:

Watching movies in bed, with the cat sleeping beside me.
Sunny days.
Trees that are finally changing color.
New jackets from Old Navy.
Mother/daughter days.
Haircuts, which I will be getting tomorrow.

It's a good habit to get into, naming the things you appreciate. It may make you appreciate them more.

But alas, I have my first cold of the season and I have to get ready for work. Readers, what do you love? What are some of the little things you appreciate daily?

19

My dear friend Amanda and I went to see the band Guster about two weeks ago. A former fellow Ogle, she now goes to Emory and it was their Homecoming weekend. Apparently, they have a rocking entertainment board, as there was a very professional looking stage, a very professional sounding band, and free pizza and beer, not to mention the Indigo Girls the next night.

Again, I wish I'd gone to Emory. But we digress.

We met at this kick-ass Starbucks on campus about an hour before show time, to chat and catch up and be general nerdy kids and talk about books, opinions, and current events. There's no one quite like Amanda; with whom else could I talk about Sex and the City in one breath and Obama in the next, all with a healthy dose of Ogle-gossip?

We made our way across campus, almost getting lost since neither of us have ever had any reason to go near the sports center (where Guster decided they wanted to perform); upon making our entrance, THERE WAS NO ONE THERE. Literally, maybe 20 people had shown up to see this awesome band. Naturally, we then smartly made our way to the front of the stage. Now, I've never been on the front row for anything, ever. I was suddenly very glad that I had brought my Nikon, even though it was super heavy and made the strap of my purse cut into my shoulder.

The crowd arrived around the same time the band did. People pressed in from all sides, jumping up and down and singing along and dancing. I was so close I could hear them talking between songs; I could hear their guitar picks hit the strings; I could see their expressions and their eyes.



And it made me think.

I know what it's like up there. I don't think many people in that audience could say that. Most people only know what it's like to stand in the crowd and look up...only a few of us can say that we've been on the stage looking out. I know what it's like to stand behind the microphone and pour your heart into it. I know what it's like in front of those stage lights, all bright and hot; you can only see the first few rows of people. After that, they're all a blur. When you're on, it's one of the best feelings in the world.

Tonight, Ryan and I went to his bandmate Drej's house, where we proceeded to spend two hours in the music room, jamming. I got behind the drums for the first time ever; I was scared at first, and a little intimidated. But by the time we were through, I was feeling good. I love being a musician, I love being able to go into a room and play any of the instruments. I love learning new things. I love being around people who love the same things I do.

It's John Lennon's birthday today, folks. Remember, "life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans." It's the best thing I can tell anyone. Don't waste your life. Appreciate your friends. Do something new. Play some music. Sing some songs.

That's all for this week.