ghost in the machine.

Hotel Elevator at the Embassy in Atlanta











Cover of "Ghost In The Machine" by The Police











Well, you can't see it very well, but the messed up floor number display on the elevator immediately reminded me of the album. As always, the annual trip to Atlanta was quite fun, filled with lots of shopping and eating. And, of course, one piece of drama. My mom, sisters and I had been shopping at Lenox Mall for hours on Saturday when hunger struck our bellies. Normally, we would go to Mick's for lunch, since the food court is so crowded (West Town Mall is deserted in comparison) and my mom isn't a big pizza eater, so California Pizza Kitchen is out of the question. But our legs were tired and our stomachs were growling from hunger-it made us a bit disoriented. Not to mention, my mom is getting older, so her knees and feet were basically toast. The drama ensued with us getting lost in the multi level mall, trying to find Mick's. We went up and down escalators and elevators, in and out of lingerie and shoe departments before we finally found mecca, only to discover that this particular area in the mall was under construction and Mick's was completely gone, the chasm that took it's place covered in sheets of plastic. I'm sure we looked like kids on Christmas morning who excitedly open a gift only to find it's a lousy pair of socks. Needless to say, we left and ended up at Mimi's Cafe near our hotel.

Friday, however, was less eventful although it produced a quote for my little book. We went to Max and Erma's for dinner. I brought up in conversation that I had a dream the previous night about Adewale Akinnuoye-Agbaje - Mr. Eko, to LOST fans. In the dream, as I explained, he and I were making a movie together and we had a sex scene. I had asked the director how she was going to film it since actual sex would constitute the movie resulting in a porno (remember, this is a dream and nothing makes sense). The director says "Oh, it's OK-he'll be wearing a little loin cloth." At this point, my sisters were already laughing so hard, they were crying, a little because they thought it was funny, but the main reason being the guy sitting behind me was intently listening to the whole conversation we were having. And then comes the quote. From my mother, no less. In reference to the "little loin cloth", she says quite loudly "Well, hell, he couldn't wear a little ANYTHING." Obviously, for this to be funny, you would have to know my mother and also know what Mr. Eko looks like. Damn, I love my mommy.

On another note-Eragon comes out December 15. Can't wait for that. Still waiting on the third book in that series. Still haven't seen Borat yet. So many movies, so little money. Occasionally, my sister will get free passes to movies she doesn't want to see, but they are always on a weird night when no one else feels like getting out. Waaaaaaahhhhh. Last episode of Heroes tonight until next year. Now monday nights will really suck.