Wednesday, August 09, 2006

Hot August Nights

An evening of fine vintage, a rare sense of everything coming together. I planned on one glass of wine after work -- instead, it ended up being a cross-town adventure, our usual little bistro to the hip punk bar to the Chinese burger joint parking lot with arguing crackheads, a mixture of friends old and new, close and little-known. It all ended on a side street in an ignored neighborhood, in a backyard with one of the five or six best views available of Atlanta. None of the pictures came out quite right, but that's a lot to ask, isn't it?

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