Ladies Night

Last weekend myself and some of my best girlfriends decided to enjoy a dinner at one of Atlanta’s finer eateries, “The Sun Dial” restaurant. This is a revolving restaurant that sits on top of one of the tallest buildings in downtown Atlanta and as you can imagine, has just the most amazing views, especially at night.

It appears to have become a bit of an annual thing for us during the festive season, that we try to upgrade our dining experiences by choosing a restaurant frequented by the Humvee and Esquilade driving, Louis Vuitton and Jimmy Choo wearing side of Atlanta society. It’s definitely not a world any of us participate in on a regular basis, but for a couple of hours on a Friday night, its fun to pretend. However this year we were one man down. Due to the fact that she is currently chained to her kitchen sink, all barefoot and pregnant back in Iceland, Silja had to miss this years shenanigans. Gone was the girl who force-fed us minty, chocolaty, liquorices flavored shots of last year. Now with responsibility looming for Silja, it was left to the rest of us to fly the flag of irresponsibility and even without a full team, we did our absolute best. Girl, you would have been proud. And we missed you. Hurry up and have the baby, so you can get back here where you belong.

Mike enjoys "cocktail hour" before dinner.

A civilized group shot, captured before the wine arrived and things began bordering on crazy.

While waiting for dessert to arrive we decided to capture a few pictures of the amazing views of Atlanta, and ourselves.

Trying to get creative with a fabulous booty shot.

"Tyra Banks, you know where to find us, we'll be waiting for your call."

I have a feeling the server knew the only way to get us down off the ledge was to bring on the dessert, so he did, in a big hurry.

Look who stopped by for a cocktail, Ms. Jackie O, or someone who had had too much to drink and thought she was Jackie O.