Call me Ishmael

My damn gout has flared up for about this past week or so. I'm not even sure why, since I've been pretty good about what I eat and drink. [Then again, the two weekends before that? Not so much, so maybe that's it]. So anyway, the shit won't go away. If I keep taking anti-inflammatories, I'm ok. I neglected to take one before bed last night, so I'm hobbling around work, like Captain Ahab, until the one I took this morning can start working and the inflammation goes down.
We had a pretty busy weekend, and you couldn't ask for better weather. Gorgeous!

On Saturday, we went to Athfest, which is the Athens Music Festival. Mrs S bought me a ring. It's titanium with a diamond-like stone. I bought her a set of pottery lamps.

On Sunday, we went to the Pride parade in Atlanta. It was also fun. We bought a dining room set from a craftsman. Very Cool set, but we set up plans to come back later with my pickup and somehow get it out. When I returned at about 6:30, I had no idea where the booth was. The vendors didn't know Atlanta, so they sent me on one goose chase after another. After about an hour of this, I called them back, very frustrated, and cancelled the order. The Missus is going to call them today to try and set something up.

UPDATE: The craftsman called and said he would deliver the furniture for free! We should have it this week.