1. Biking is Fun

Your athletic On Fire correspondent went on a bike ride this weekend. It was awesome.

Who knew how much fun riding a bike could be? Not anyone here at On Fire, that’s for sure. At least, not until this weekend.

There was this festival in this place called the East Atlanta Village. Your street-smart On Fire correspondent knows that that sounds ghetto. And it was.

But it was still awesome. The festival was called something like the Strut festival. Once again, that sounds really ghetto. And it was.

There was this parade. It began with a marching band playing 60’s rock and roll hits. Then some little black children marched by waving the flags from their charter school. They were the cutest thing ever.

But that was not all. There were the hula hoopers. And the twae-kwon-doe masters. And the elderly people from the retirement home handing out candy.

And the barbecue being sold on the street corners. And the guitar made out of a Superman lunch box that your musical On Fire correspondent was able to play and impressive any lady within earshot.

So that was cool.

 

2. Memoirs of a Chess Master

Your lazy On Fire correspondent has decided to become a chess master. This is not a quick process, so you, faithful readers of On Fire, can expect frequent updates on the progress of this mission.

It is not going well so far. The journey began Saturday night, after the epic bike adventure through the ghetto to the East Altanta Village.

A friend of your popular On Fire correspondent invited him (or her) over for a chess game. Since he (or she) has a very active social life, the invitation was immediately accepted.

But she had to visit a friend first. What was supposed to be a 20 minute trip took over an hour. Your cinophile (look it up on Urban Dictionary) On Fire correspondent watched the final two thirds of Crazy Stupid Love in that time.

While it would have been nice to know how the movie began, the middle was heart-wrenching. And the ending? It came out of no where!

Seriously, who saw that one coming? They are all related!

But we never ended up playing chess. As they say, all great journeys begin with a single step.

That step has not been taken yet. But it will be soon. You’ll be informed.

 

3. Latin is Hard

Your pedagogical On Fire correspondent did his (or her) Latin homework last night.

Latin is hard. Really hard. And confusing. Super confusing.

It burned his (or her) brain. It fried his (or her) nerves. It frazzled his (or her) very soul.

And he (or she) was not able to finish it. Fortunately he (or she) was able to distract the Latin 201 teacher with a discussion of the differences between the first and second Viennese Schools of western art music.

It was a lively and engaging discussion. And  no one discovered that your hard-working On Fire correspondent failed to complete his homework.

 

4. Good Food

Your constantly hungry On Fire correspondent had two delicous meals this weekend.

There is this place called Las Brasas. It is in the ghetto.

To be more precise it is in Decatur. But it is in a back corner of Decatur. The neighborhood is scary.

And the food is scary good. And scary cheap. Peruvian chicken. Some would say it is moist.

Others say that moist is a disgusting word. Then you could say that the chicken is juicy.

And the sweet potato fries… So good.

$7.48. Including tax and tip. For a leg, a thigh, a side, and a drink. It was incredible.

And, for those of you who are curious, your inquiring On Fire correspondent solved the question that is on all of our minds.

Las Brasas does not mean “the arms.” Nor does it mean “the breasts.” It means the coal.

There was also this restaurant called Chowbaby. It was Mongolian Stir Fry, but better than any your Mongolian-Stir Fry loving On Fire correspondent has ever had.

It was great.