It feels like Atlanta

Every minute or so, my cell phone buzzes in vibratory irritation. Its battery is low, critically low, and so, while I don't blame it for being upset, I don't understand why it should be expending those last few nips of energy (amperes? volts?) on repeating the most battery-depleting action in the cell phone book. It's a bit frustrating, for I have no charger for it. I left it in Nashville.

I wish I could say that it feels weird to say that I "left [something] in Nashville," but it doesn't. I moved to Atlanta almost a month ago, and I'd hardly given it a second thought until this past weekend. This past weekend is when I went back to Nashville to visit, to see my friends, to get drunk in good company again, that sort of thing. I:

-saw four out of my five best friends on Friday, got fairly wasted, or wasted fairly, with my best friend and now ex-roommate,
-drank mimosas with everyone but my best friend early the next morning (morningtime + alcohol = not a good mix for this kid),
-stayed up late with the girl I like, (we showed each other YouTube videos and researched British bands that we didn't know were old and semi-famous and had clips of their songs featured in Spacehog singles),
-slept on said girl's couch in her new apartment,
-left my cell phone charger next to said girl's couch,
-went to Noshville 2 (for the first time ever! Noshville has always been a top favorite for me and I think the Green Hills edition is maybe- dare I say it?- even better) with said girl for breakfast,
-visited my favorite place in Nashville (a tucked-away, hilly clearing in Percy Warner Park) with said girl,
-had a quick lunch with four out of my five best friends, and
-drove back to Atlanta to pick up my boss from that dreadful, outer circle of Hell known as the Hartsfield-Jackson Airport (aka "the Atlanta airport").

I have chapters to write about this past month, about hiding in cubicles and feeling generally pathetic, about concealed loneliness, about how I really am terribly unhappy, but instead of writing about them here I will simply mention the fact that "said girl" has single-handedly made me aware of all of these awful things and that we, heaven forbid, are now dating.

I mean, come on! What a great story!
And, if only I was a bit more sober, it really could have been one.