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Right after last night's Spider Incident post, my brother and his girlfriend called from Virginia Highlands (the trendy locals bar neighborhood, as opposed to Buckhead, the trendy tourist bar neighborhood) and said they were in town. I went down and met them at Camille's, an Italian cafe/bar. I had absolutely wonderful Alaskan mussels in a white wine garlic butter sauce -- probably the best mussels I've had in years. Some good calimari, too, but they paled in comparison to the mussels. Had a couple brews, flirted mildly with a waitress kindaalmost my type (picture a cross between Rene Russo and Lisa Loeb -- it worked on her, even, or perhaps especially, with the slanty horn-rims).

Played golf today at the world's slowest and busiest golf course. Shot poorly, got a mild sunburn.

Took a shower, goofed off and watched the PGA. Hungry now, though. Might head out and grab some food, then I have to work for the rest of the night.