FIFA World Cup: Haiti vs Brazil @ SkyHigh

Ding!

I’ve arrived! Talk about a view.

Hundreds of bookings, yet this never gets old.

“Ahh!! It’s so cuteee.”

The line downstairs was atrocious, even for us revered folks. A woman turning the corner bickered at me for not moving for her. I was the first, but ironically not the last.

I’ll admit, it soured my mood a bit. It’s the World Cup and we’re headed to the highest point in the city. It’s never too busy to treat people like actual people.

After the sweet and sour run in, I took the elevator up, the only one facing the doors in my already fatigued fashion. All of the couples spoke excitingly amongst themselves. Some recorded while two people bonded over their fear of heights while still facing the very clear windows.

When I heard that first Ding!, I didn’t know I’d turn the corner to this. A beautiful sight, just like moi.

This is what it’s about!

Beauty :’) Not that beast downstairs.

“My reservation is in less than ten minutes, let’s go in!”

“Wow, wow, wow. What a sight.”

“Ahh.

The privilege of dining for one.

An unbeatable table with a stunning view. Works every time!“

A large meal wasn’t on my mind. A neat glass of Brown and some Bar treats are enough for me. I had a lot to think about. Nothing burdensome, just something that needed a setting like this as the backdrop.

It’s like watching Real Housewives of Beverly Hills on the ride home after therapy.

Except I don’t go to therapy, and RHOBH has been way more of a bore and even less glamorous.

Atlanta never fails, though.

Now, food and drink aside. Let’s get into the nails.

“Ahh! S’cute no?”

Ugh. What a night.

Thanks for coming. See ya!”