#Snowmaggedon: Outdoor camping at work


#Snowmaggedon: Outdoor camping at work

The month of january 29, 2014Betsy RileyComments

And So I really hate to confess it, however i remember Atlanta’s Snow Jam 1982-back before the majority of you studying this publish were even born. And, yes, In my opinion it had been really the very first local snowfall having a name. Nobody saw the storm coming, and every one of Downtown required off at exactly 2 pm. Seem familiar? When I inched up Briarcliff toward my apartment, it had been obvious nobody understood how you can drive around the ice. Every hill was lined with bumper cars. Finally, I parked my vehicle and walked three miles home in heels and tights.

And that’s why this time around I made the decision to rest around the office floor. My loved ones resides in Cobb County, so everyone has to mix the Chattahoochee River-somewhere-to obtain home from work. My son’s office in Alpharetta discrete about 1 pm, and my hubby finished a lunch meeting near Perimeter Mall comparable time. Both endured Odyssean, 12-plus hour journeys, buffeted between your Scylla of I-285 and also the Charybdis of Manley Ferry. The reduced moment was around night time once the Manley Ferry bridge was declared unpassable, and both my guys needed to change and discover other routes. (Pardon me, Cobb, but how may you let among the county’s biggest arterial blood vessels from Fulton ice over? #EPIC FAIL)

But my story of outdoor camping within the Atlanta magazine offices is comparatively painless. Apart from a stupid motion-sensor overhead light that wouldn’t switch off along with a jammed break-room coffeemaker, things went pretty easily. One refugee rested on the pile of marketing T-t shirts, another got rapid vinyl IKEA sofa (not necessarily sure who got the greater deal). As I know you realize right now, every accommodation inside a 15-mile radius was reserved for that chicken convention. A couple of us were built with a lovely, leisurely dinner nearby at White-colored Oak Kitchen. Are you able to say corporate American stock exchange? The wonderfully hospitable owner, Alan LeBlanc, gave us an excellent bottle of Belle Glos Pinot Noir, and that i don’t think he even understood my office is across the street from our restaurant critic’s. (Please patronize this restaurant. They’re good people.)

Today, several us managed to get home along I-75. Cars were abandoned across the edges, four deep occasionally. But we had an arbitrary sign, “If you’ll need shelter, call.” When walking the final mile to the house, I heard tales about other people providing water and snacks at street corners.

There is in conclusion this publish because my neighborhood’s gathering for any potluck party in the clubhouse. We might not understand how to drive within the snow in Georgia, but Southern hospitality can sure thaw a frosty day.


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