This past weekend, we enjoyed an extended weekend in the brutally scorching Atlanta, GA downtown. A group of friends planned this trip awhile back to check out The Cure concert. Being preggers and sober, I refused to be around loud music. Instead, I offered to be the uber driver for the crew. This seemed like a relatively easy task until I found myself racing through the sketchiest parts of Atlanta for the sake of my "friends." We survived.
The COOL part was that for the second time ever, Josh and I got upgraded to the PENTHOUSE SUITE. Literally, we walked into the DoubleTree hotel carrying a case of Coors Light and a baby dressed in head-to-toe Dollar General clothing (I'm not kidding), and they upgraded us to the biggest hotel room I've ever stayed in. There were two penthouse suites in the hotel, so we occupied half of the ninth floor (including a ginormous rooftop deck). The views were not too shabby.
The furniture was older than dirt, but this place was bigger than the house I grew up in. With all of the space plus hanging with his cousins, Jace was in heaven:
His favorite part though?
I might just get him a landline for Christmas :)
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