A restaurant without a sign, on Peachtree Street in Atlanta. The BEST Italian food in the world. (Seriously; the miniature doughnuts with chocolate dipping sauce were divine.)
Apart from a delayed flight, the Atlanta trip is off to a great start; I *love* hanging out with super-smart people who aren’t afraid to mix fun with business.
Although I’m rather freaked out by suddenly being “the cool kid.” I don’t know enough to have that kind of social responsibility!
November 12, 2008 at 7:18 PM
Sure you do.
Wish I was at that restaurant with you!
November 13, 2008 at 11:41 AM
Dude. You *are* the cool kid. Who said otherwise?
December 6, 2008 at 1:41 PM
Dude. I’m many things, including the geeked out girl with glasses who speaks her mind and cares more about excelling than about being liked. I’ve always been under the impression that was the antithesis of cool.