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No He Din't

I did not just fly down to Atlanta from Toronto at my boss's mandate request for a 4-hour meeting to have it turn into a 45-minute review of "where we stand" with my projects so he could head back to Europe this afternoon.

No, I flew down here so that I could enjoy the warm weather and have tony cocktails with friends. Yes, that must be why I'm here.

BTW, Church Street is a total bust on Tuesday nights (if one was looking for cute boys that one didn't already know, not that I'd be doing such a thing).