Then back to the Marriott, through the Marriott, over the bridge to the Hyatt, across the Hyatt, through the Peachtree Mall to Peachtree Street, and up the street to my hotel. Where I had time to shower, lie down with eyes closed for a little while, before dressing for dinner with editor. I know someone (Thoreau, I think, but could've been Emerson) said "Beware of any enterprise requiring new clothes" but dinner with editor doesn't require new clothes--it's just more fun. And an excuse. So I wore the newly acquired clothes and enjoyed them,l and I got to meet Diana Gabaldon who is delightful, witty, charming, and we ate baby back ribs with the sauce dripping off our fingers.
One sour-ish moment of the day was in the food court...and involved several people (two at my table, four at another) who were all discoursing at great length (and in a mix of fashion and ignorance) about food. The wrong way, which is to say laying down the law about what is/isn't good for you and how they themselves were committed to this wonderful, healthful regimen and how all the problems of (A through Z) could be cured by (in one case) drinking 16 ounces of juiced strawberries a day or by (in another case) alternating days of high carbs, low carbs, and no carbs....etc, etc. I'm trying to eat my chicken sandwich in peace, but there is no peace, because the Diet Definers are out in force.
I don't mind if someone wants to drink sludge because it's something they saw on an infomercial or drink juiced strawberries because a friend's boyfriend who's a personal trainer said they were the best and only source of everything, or whatever the current fashion is, that they've seen on TV or on the internet or heard from a friend. But just DO it, don't go on about it in public, and especially not in a food court. Talk about food fads somewhere else, if you have to talk about them at all. In a health club maybe. Not where other people are eating and trying to enjoy their meal while you blather on about the evils of this and that.
Otherwise, great day. And now, as Pepys would say, "And so to bed."