It's been a busy few days here in Decatur.
Yesterday I checked out a class at the Y: it was called BOOT CAMP. You know little, old, Army Wife me, just had to check that out. It was an interesting mix of ages, young and old (mainly women) who were there to get their sweat on. And sweat we did. We ran stairs, ran sprints, threw balls, did squats, push ups, and high knees until I almost puked. The instructor was so fabulous, I instantly fell in love. We didn't know this prior to moving here, but Decatur (maybe Atlanta in general) is very culturally diverse and colorful.
I knew it was a good workout when I jumped in my car after the cool down & was still sweating. The humidity here has also been off the chain, so it could have been that, too. They don't call it HOTlanta for nothing.
I also hit up the Delkab Farmers Market, thank you to all of my readers who recommended it! I popped in after the gym to just get a taste of it, and holy shizz balls, that place is HUGE. This isn't the place you just pop into. If you can just imagine Sams Club or Costco turned into a giant Farmers Market rows and rows of fresh fruits and vegetables and meats everywhere ...
My husband was really confused when I came home with a huge bag of ginger, a cantaloupe, chocolate covered coffee beans, zucchini and berry-filled croissants, "What are we having for dinner again?" Next time, I am going with a list and a plan of attack.
We've also made about 900 trips into Ikea since moving in, and we're kind of, almost, just about, settled in. Yesterday was our last trip there for
Since I have about as much design sense as drywall, I'm please with how far we've come.
Curtains are lookin' flyyy in the living room.
We had this genius idea of stringing the curtains wall to wall and doing an ombre effect. The outsides are a burlap panel, then a light cotton panel, then fading into a sheer panel. Hey, it looks cool in person, okay?
Curtains are also draped across the desk built-in, because my OCD kicks into high gear when I see clutter.
And here's half the kitchen ... The other half are our large black appliances that don't make for a great photo op. Black Betty is the fridge, and Black Bob is the oven. Don't forget Little Black Sambo, our dishwasher.
It's alright, it's become the new $80 dog bed.
For dinner last night we went to the beautiful Iberian Pig, a tapas bar located in Decatur Square.
Decatur is so hip, it reminds me a little of NW Portland and parts of Seattle or Austin.
We ordered a lot of little plates, my favorite was the Arugula salad. It came with this ball of fried goat cheese that changed my life, it was so good. I distracted my husband by spilling my water, so that I could swipe his ball off of his plate and stuff it in my mouth before he noticed ...
After dinner we wandered the Square, checking out the shops and looking for a sweet spot to hit up for dessert, when we spotted Owen Wilson!
No kidding, THE Owen Wilson!
Not only did I see him, I walked right past him, locked eyes with him, and caught him doing a double take. Oh yeah, he was getting a view of the goods ...
My husband was silently freaking out and grinning like a maniac, egging me on to go introduce myself and ask for a photo or something. I was kind of like, what, me?!
He was so normal looking, just him and a friend kind of strolling the Decatur Square, just like the Husband and I were, so I'm sure the last thing he wanted was some crazed, fanatical girl confessing her love to him and trying to re-create Wedding Crashers through a slew of one liners ...
He's here in ATL filming with Vince Vaughn read more here and here. We're kind of hoping we may spot him again ... Or I may go prowl the Georgia Tech campus and look for the yellow signs that say "INTERN" and crash their filming party ...
So, in my dreams I met Own Wilson, but in reality, I just stood next to him and tried not to pee myself ...
On our way home for lunch we stopped at a pizza joint for the Husband and swung by Starbucks for me. I had my new favorite: the goat cheese & veggie bistro box + an Americano with half & half. GOAT CHEESE. Goat cheese! Not fried into a ball, but like the hooker I am, I take what I can get.
Have you ever spotted a celebrity?
Have you ever had the guts to meet one?