Tonight I'm driving into Buckhead to meet a group of strangers to speak Spanish.
Let's examine the craziness of that sentence. What is the strangest part?
Is it speaking Spanish? No, that's a good goal and something I really want to improve upon.
Is it to meet with a group of strangers to speak Spanish? No, I've done that in other new cities, including Belfast and Charleston.
The craziest part of this plan is driving into Buckhead on Saturday night — this particular Saturday night
Everyone is going to be driving in town tonight:
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Paul McCartney is performing in Piedmont Park.
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The Braves are playing the Phillies at Turner Field.
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Some ginormous hair design show is taking place, with 60,000+ people involved. (Can that be right? The stat also was reported on radio.)
AND there's road construction.
Ay caramba!
Georgia Confidential 
Driving into Buckhead is *always* weird, even with nothing extra happening. I’m also profoundly uncomfortable in the enclaves of the privileged. I guess if I had money, I’d be like Lucinda W. in one respect – when she got her “Passionate Kisses” money, she bought a house in Green Hills, but realized she was a fish out of water and soon re-relocated to the east side.
Hey, you know I’m an East Sider for the first time in my 21 years here, right? Mandy and I live in Inglewood.
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