We were seriously on the fence about back-to-back Army football travel weekends, and the weather didn't look good. In fact, as the week went on, the forecast in Atlanta got progressively worse.
Which of course (because who doesn't love a good adventure?) meant that Saturday found us waterlogged in the Orange Lot at Georgia State University.
Where we found the Ryans, and cookies, and plenty of mud.
And took what has to be a top contender for Christmas card headliner:
The game that followed, even after a quick "change in the parking lot with the heater on" session, was utterly miserable in every way. Except that we were suffering with our people.
Including
this kid, who lets our kids tackle him every chance they get
and these two, who couldn't have been happier to be left alone to watch the game in their "own seats." (Because everyone else had fled the tropical storm.)
Another Army loss left everyone in a mood that could only be cured by early morning Starbucks runs through the "Hunger Games"-famous lobby of our hotel
and 8am trips to the hot tub, much to the chagrin of our fellow travelers.
Because we always squeeze every last second out of the weekend, we of course made time for
Centennial Park,
including a stop at this wild playground
and a swing by the Coca Cola Museum (the kids have no idea what this is and Ford is certain the statue is of the guy who invented beards)
before heading to the real reason I had agreed to a nutty down-and-back to Atlanta: the
Georgia Aquarium.
No idea on Finely's face. Don't ask.
It was as incredible as I had imagined, with beluga whales and whale sharks and a tunnel under the world's largest shark tank you ride through on a conveyor belt.
Plus these handsome boys discussing seriously whether an eel could eat your whole body at once. (I weighed in, and my opinion was quickly and soundly repudiated.)
It was a long drive home, but worth it for this shot of my favorite people, weekend-ed out.
Is there any other way to weekend?
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