I Don’t Know You and I Thank You to Take My Picture

I went out with my good friend last Friday for a Chamblian Reunion (of sorts) that the owners of the bar (Chamblians go figure) do every year around Thanksgiving because (duh) a shit load of peeps are in town. Practically NO ONE showed up but that’s besides the point of this blog.

I was guided to sit at a table with few people I know, but knew of, one in particular I did NOT know at all. When I walked in she hugged me and told me it was good to see me. Not only am I like “WTF” I thought “oh she thinks I’m Tracy”, but then she called me by my name! Creepy! Then she brings out her phone and starts taking pictures. To my surprise she wants one of me. The first one she tells me to get with my friend and I give a look like “why are you taking pictures of me”. She caught on and said, “I swear I won’t post on facebook I’ll text only”. I’m thinking “bitch I don’t care if you post them on facebook I don’t know you and you’re going to have pictures of me”. Still I did pose with my friend and then again BY MYSELF because she wanted one of JUST ME! o_O

The holidays are odd. It’s typical for me to run into people that were friends with my older sister that I may not remember, but this girl alls I know about her is that she USE to date one of my best friends (before we were friends) and she went to Dunwoody. But she seems to know LOTS of my besties and that just freaks me out. 

Sadly I Inform that Yet Again

Followers, you may or may not know that it’s been a tough couple of weeks here in Tara land (my head mostly). Besides me making up my own shit, we (Chamblee) are experiencing yet another loss. A friend (considerably apart of old Chamblee) passed away Saturday morning in his sleep by what seems to have been a heart attack. It’s such a freak thing and kind of hard to wrap minds around. Sorry if this sounds insensitive, but I was just relieved to hear it wasn't drugs or suicide, because as you know that’s usually how we do it in Chamblee (and that just SUCKS but all the same losing friends just SUCKS and what sucks more is that sadly our minds go there when we hear of deaths).

But no, he had a bad cough through out the night and didn't wake up when he was summoned in the morning. I do write this with great regret. It’s always sad to hear this kind of news and my heart goes out to his family, his NEW wife, and his closest friends, whom some happen to be my closest friends.

Due to recent events I was forced to run into my (dreaded) ex boyfriend. And as he does he told me not to be a stranger and call him (or some shit) to hang out (or some shit). I don’t really know I was kind of not in a normal head space  but either way, not.gonna.happen. Like good to see you (not really) but no thanks (really). I hate to say, because it sucks, but he’s so my type. But what are types anyways? Obviously my “type” isn't working out for me.

On to the more important subject, added to my prayer list is Carl’s family and our friends. Amen. 

This Week in Chamblee, Star Light on The Mad Italian

First I see on facebook that a man was found dead in front of the Mad Italian Then I find out that a Food Truck named "Champion Cheesesteaks" is using a picture of the Mad Italian’s cheese steak as one of their own! 

First, WTF dead bodies in front of the Mad I? This is scary shit since I live down the road. AND the Mad I happens to be one of my favorite restaurants and a place I practically grew up at.  As if we don't worry enough, my whole family is asking me questions about this "situation". My bestie that works there says to me, “Tara you act like this has never happened before” and when I think about it, he’s right. A shooting next door at the bowling alley, a shooting across the street at the Texaco, a little kid shot dead in my neighborhood, rapes and armed robberies…Honestly my city is turning to shit. MY CITY! It’s sickening. And my parents thought if I’d moved down town I’d be unsafe.

Second, how stupid do you have to be to post a picture of a cheese steak on your website as your own and leave the MAD ITALIAN paper on it? They tried to blur it out it seems, but this did not work. My friend’s 8-year-old son caught it, he said, “Hey that’s the Mad Italian’s cheese steak”. Right you are 8 year old.