I spent last week in Atlanta for a confrence for work. It was ok. Except I didn't realy get out much while I was there. I spent most of my free time hanging out in my hotel room or at the resturant downstairs. Most of the people there were really nice and I was kind of engaged in the material. I just wish it had not been over my spring break.
Karen came into town on Saturday with two of her friends, and we went down to Beal Street for Dinner. It was a good time and the band playing was pretty good. So was the food. I had forgotten that it was the Saturday before St. Patricks day and so things were a little crazy. Silky o'sullivans had a party bus parked out front spear headed by the fraternal order of the bollwevill. It was a sight to see. After hanging on beal we walked down to the river front. It was the first time I'd been down there, and I guess there is probably more to see durring the day, because all we saw was the fact that the river was down and you could see all the stones that lined the bank.
After that we haded back to my place and watched 10 things I hate about you and I told the Karen sandpile story. Although I guess with the years I've become rusty on some of the details. They still had a drive ahead of them so it was a realitevly early night and morning. I think they were on the road by 9am. I then proceded to curl up and sleep most of the rest of the day.
I didn't do anything too special for St. Pats. Got some bad news that kind put a dark cloud on the day.
So I guess that's been most of the life of frank.