Recovery

This post is about recovery and the above photo best represents that. That's Lisa, the oldest friend I have, and I at the Dave Matthews band concert in Piedmont Park. She was recovering her sanity as a mom of three, while I was recovering my health (Would you believe I have pneumonia in that picture?).

Lisa and I have known each other since 5th grade (that's 26 years!!). We went through school and college together, and now she lives with her husband and kids up in New York. I kidnapped her last weekend and flew her down to see me in ATL. We spent some quality girl-gossip time as we indulged in spa treatments, shopping, chocolate-cake-and-red-wine dinners and lounging by the pool... recovering.

Because I can pretty much write off mid-August through mid-September. I spent it coughing, exhausted, sleeping, taking antibiotics, missing work and watching too many episodes of "America's Next Top Model"... which is more painful to admit than the piercing stabs of pain in my left ribcage from coughing so hard.

Below is a shot of Lisa and I with my friends Robert and Tracey. We had breakfast at my favorite Sunday morning brunch spot "Belly" which serves kick-ass bagels. Tracey (the crazy Brit) was fascinated by the "dirty" chips. Stay tuned: she and I are off to San Diego at the beginning of October. I can't wait!!