food trucks.

Also intermingled with the creative spurts, seemingly never ending studying, coordinating a college ministry, maid of honor duties, I try to keep old friends close.

We get together at Food Truck coalitions, a new trend for all of us. 

It's a parking lot full of mobile food ranging from the grease bomb burgers to the frosty king of pops to the laughable "poochsicles." We temped our tastebuds at the taco truck where the line raved about their lime fries. With a post-consumption rating above that of my fresh georgia peach king of pop'cicle (which is saying a LOT if you're from ATL), the lime fries won best pick of the night. 

Old friends graces my old habits of capturing their sun lit faces in front of the ohsobringht punches of color the food on wheels brought in addition to their delightful food. We strolled the blocks, reminisced about old memories, and laughed at the quotes we can't seems to move away from.  

Thank you, summer'sets on trendy squares filled with quirky foods topped with best friends...for your combination really makes for the best evenings of the season.