Tonight, Atlanta has been blessed with perfect weather. As of Sunday afternoon, all of the heavy humidity that normally hangs in the air is gone, as is all of the rain that we have been plagued with lately. It is 70 crisp degrees outside.
As I walked out of the gym at 8.30pm, I noticed a small group of people grilling at the apartment complex's poolside grill. I was immediately envious that they were out enjoying such a great evening. It made me wonder, as I made my way back to my apartment, if John were here, would I be doing the same thing? Unfortunately, I knew I would not. While I would have been inclined, just the same as I was right now, I would have had the same long day at work and had to get laundry done and workout in when I got home. I would have still be envious of this group's ability to get outside, put aside any other obligations and make the most of the moment.
Suddenly, I wanted nothing more than to be back in college, living on Fairmount Avenue on any old Monday night. It was rare even then that I would get get out on the first day of the week - however, there were a few occasions when my roommates and I jumped at getting out and making the most of an ordinary night. There was always someone available to get on board and rally the group. On a Monday, we would have tried The Nook ($1 burgers and fries) or the Tap (where you could never go wrong). I am a person who thrives with schedules and likes responsibility and yet, I love to shrug it all off at the perfect moment. Tonight would have been one of those times to do just that, and there is no group of people more than my roommates that I would love to do it with. So, while tonight I am not out with them and instead sitting on my couch glad that "Dancing with the Stars" is finally back on to watch while working away the rest of the night, I'm going to be thinking in the back of mind about the perfectly cool fall weather just outside my front door and past times when I've made the most of such a night.