Hunters and gatherers

As much as I would love to spend all night posting about the wonders of the Austin/Athow family Thanksgiving, I have a rough week of school work ahead of me and the creative juices are temporarily stalled. Instead, though, I can give you a short anecdote about last weekend.

Darling boyfriend decided to take me on a date to Outback Steakhouse because he had a gift card. Unfortunately, we've never gone to the Outback by his house in Atlanta so we had to Google it. Once we found the closest location we plugged it in the GPS and were on our way.

At about Lenox mall we got kind of lost so we just parked and decided to walk. Seeing how there are a bunch of office buildings on the side where the GPS was leading us, we figured Outback was in between them or on the bottom level.

So we set out on foot.

We walked about six buildings to the right, decided the numbers were going the wrong way, and doubled back.

Then we saw a parking sign for the number we were looking for. Which led us to a parking garage. Which we walked through for a few minutes before we realized we were nowhere close to an Outback.

Finally we found the right street number, but the doors were locked to get into the building. The security guard looked alarmed and a few employees leaving the building looked at us quizzically.

Employee: Can I help you?
Jason: Yea, we're looking for Outback.
Employee: Outback what?
Jason: Outback Steakhouse. There's supposed to be one at this address.
Employee: Oh. Well this is Outback... corporate.
**pause**
Me: Some date.

After some "Awwww"s from the employees I explained that it wasn't anywhere close to our first date and I was joking.

And then we walked back to the car, looked up the next closest Outback, and eventually enjoyed a nice meal. Only after working for it though.