Saturday morning drive to Atlanta
But Saturday morning as we were driving to Atlanta, it started snowing. Really snowing. In fact, soon we were almost the only ones on the interstate, and as we approached Atlanta the weather was getting worse. We decided to check-in first, leave our car, and then take a taxi to continue with our itinerary. Here's what happened:
Margaret Mitchell house . . . closed due to weather.
Barry Manilow concert . . . postponed due to weather.
Well, okay then. We had a free weekend with neither husband nor children, we were in Atlanta, and we would have fun . . . even if it meant going to Plan B or even Plan C.
So, instead of the Margaret Mitchell house, we went to the High Museum where we wandered through three floors of breathtaking art. Instead of Barry Manilow, we got tickets to The Shakespeare Tavern and saw one of the best Shakespeare performances I have ever seen. And walking around downtown, we huddled under our umbrellas laughing hysterically at the craziness of it all. No, we did absolutely nothing on our itinerary, but absolutely everything worked out anyway.
And the best thing? Since the concert was not cancelled, but rather postponed, we will have to return to Atlanta again in a few weeks. Oh, darn!