I’m discovering that Fall in Atlanta is quite different than Fall in Kentucky. Whereas Bowling Green is getting gloomy and frigid at about this time, the temperature in Atlanta is still hovering around the mid 60’s. I haven’t worn a jacket to work once this week. That’s really saying something since I am almost always cold and reaching for a blanket or sweatshirt. What I find even harder to believe, besides the fact that it’s a week before Thanksgiving and I see people walking around outside wearing short sleeves, is that I actually want it to get colder. As I was telling Drew a few nights ago, it just doesn’t feel like the holiday season unless I’m wrapped up in a warm quilt, sipping hot cocoa and waiting for my nose to thaw out from being out in the cold and return to its natural color, rather than bright red.
That being said, it’s been wonderful to have a few more precious weekends available for doing outdoor activities before the temperature drops for good. There are so many outdoor events going on throughout the city, especially during this time of year. There’s a Christmas lights show in the Botanical Garden a few blocks from our apartment that would be absolutely magical to see; every time I drive home from work at night I can see neon blue, pink and green lights sparkling in the dark night at the entrance gates. Wanting to break away from my boring runs on the treadmill in our apartment’s gym, I’ve decided to start accompanying Drew on some of his outdoor runs. There are few things I despise more than being cold while I’m running but I don’t think that’s going to be an issue for at least another few weeks.
Taking advantage of the perfect weather, this past Saturday Drew and I went hiking up Kennesaw Mountain with several of the couples from our house church. We brought sandwiches and trail mix with plans to eat lunch once we all reached the top. The hike up was absolutely gorgeous, and we stopped several times to get a better look at the breath-taking views. We couldn’t have asked for a better day, or weather; as we looked out at the city below us, nothing but red, green and yellow trees could be seen for miles around. It’s nice to know there are places you can go to escape from the hustle and bustle of city life, if only for a few hours.
On the drive back into town, we stopped with Lance and Shelly to see the “big red chicken” off the interstate. We’d heard them mention it before, but never really knew the extent of what they were referring to. As we got closer, literally, a “huge red chicken” appeared out of nowhere in front of a KFC restaurant. Drew managed to get a few pictures from inside the car before we began driving back. As Kentuckians, we appreciated to nod to our roots (and to the best fried chicken around).
That night Drew and I went on our weekly date night to a new restaurant called JCT Kitchen. We didn’t know what to expect but looking at the menu online, everything sounded delicious. It was a lot fancier inside than it looked on the outside with dim lighting, white tablecloths and cozy bench seating. We ended up splitting a bottle of wine and ate a leisurely, delicious dinner. The tea light candle at our table kept going out so we had to grab ones from the empty tables around us. I’m sure we got a few stares from our waiter and other customers from doing that, and because we were constantly checking our phones for updates of the LSU/WKU game. I guess that goes to show, no matter how fancy an environment we’re in, we’re still going to joke around and be ourselves. The fact that we can do that with each other is one of the things that I treasure most.