Gabor Szabo

We did in fact make the 3 hour drive to Atlanta last Friday for the long desired IKEA trip, although Connor opted to stay home. Our main objective was a Billy bookshelf unit for Will's room, but he also picked up some new bedsheets and a plush bear, Robby got some new kitchen tools, and I grabbed a small three-tiered wheeled cart that I've now deployed to organize craft supplies that are in active use.

In the handful of days since then, I've already made arrangements to go back twice more before the end of the year. One of my D&D friends coaxed me into agreeing to go with her to the Georgia Renaissance Festival in mid-April, which appears to be located maybe 20 miles south of downtown. Also, I bought tickets for the family to see Guster perform with the Atlanta Symphony in October.

I still hate driving there so much. This time I had the brilliant(?) insight that the reason everyone in Atlanta drives like a maniac is because the roads there are so terrible that the entire city has become an automotive asshole filter.

The next time we need an IKEA, we're going to try their new showroom in Huntsville instead.