Feeling a little bit Christmas partied out this morning. Some people may call it a hangover.
Partying Work does come to an end tomorrow afternoon as the family head to Atlanta for a few days to have what has become traditional our pre-Christmas weekend, although we are later than in recent years.
Atlanta is a strange place. No boundaries, no oceans, no mountains so it just grows and grows, meaning sadly it lacks a real heart, but we stay in Buckhead which is a little pocket of refined and cultured (a little like me last night) and stay at the fantastic St Regis. So fantastic that Santa Claus comes to visit you, for a small fee of course.
The hotel transforms itself into a stunning Christmas playground with an ice rink, huge gingerbread house made from 1,200 lbs of flour, kids tea with Santa and an array of other festive stuff.
The weekend will be used for some last minute shopping and we also plan to visit the beautiful Atlanta Botanical Garden to see their Christmas lights. We got engaged here two years ago, so it means a lot to us. We will also make our regular trip out to Stone Mountain, which converts itself into a winter wonderland for the season.
The weather looks to have a little chill in the air, around 8-10 degrees, and there will be plenty of driving, navigating a myriad of 10 and 12-lane highways and with an incredible 71 roads named Peachtree getting lost is a distinct possibility, but we have been there enough times now to know our way around.
We return on Christmas Eve for Christmas by the sea.