Duly weekended.
Your Perks: 1) An ultrathin portable battery pack with enough power to bring your phone back to life. 2) A pair of ridiculously comfortable sweatpants you’ll never want to take off. 3) A couple of stainless-steel and gold-plated watches with diamonds. For him.
Your table. Next Thursday:
Aunt Neptune: “What a delicious turkey. Compliments to the chef.”
You: “Thanks, Aunt Neptune. Someone pass the food, please.”
You in your head: “She thinks I cooked this 20-pound turkey, when I really just
picked it up from Smoke Ring. Fooled her. Fooled her good.”
While you weren’t looking, someone built a website. One that sets things into motion when you click on pictures of bite-size brownies and cookies in flavors like gingerbread, pumpkin spice and lemon blueberry. Namely someone baking them fresh and bringing them to your door. Namely that.
A couple years ago, an Asian-style bakery called Sweet Hut opened on Buford Highway with things like bubble tea, custard buns and Portuguese egg tarts. And this weekend, an Asian-style bakery called Sweet Hut is opening in Midtown with the exact same kinds of things. It’s like someone planned this.
The Quiet Hounds are performing at the Goat Farm this weekend. As per usual, they’ll be wearing animal masks and not revealing their identities. As per not usual, places like the Good Food Truck, Perrine’s and Jake’s Ice Cream will be on hand. And in the end, it’ll somehow all work out.
Occasionally, the universe conspires to make things easier for you. Like when a bunch of stores pop up at WSPD so you can holiday shop. Stop by Chrome Yellow for some jeans. Les Nouvelles for a bracelet. Crafted Westside for something artsy. The bar afterward for some other stuff.
