I left work early on Friday to head home and finish packing for the surprise overnight trip Mr. T planned. We headed out and ended up at an adorable bed and breakfast in Augusta. The room was painted bright red, had a super-comfy king sized bed and there was a two-person Jacuzzi tub in the ginormous bathroom. AWESOME! We were greeted with a glass of wine with a cheese and cracker plate and then escorted to our room. Once we settled in, we headed to the restaurant (literally next door…we were told to keep our door locked at all times because sometimes people think our room door is the door to the restaurant!) and had an okay but still romantic dinner. We returned to our room and decided to enjoy the Jacuzzi.
TWO HOURS LATER…the tub was filled. Seriously, two hours. No water pressure. Huge tub. Almost dozed off waiting for the water to rise. But then we relaxed with some wine and called it a night. I fell asleep, but was awoken about an hour later due to some loudmouthed patrons in the bar…which shares a wall with our room. No TV or radio = no background noise = awake Sassy = hell to pay. I was so pissed off. About an hour later, the loud people walked out of the bar and then sat IN FRONT OF OUR ROOM and had a loud conversation for about ten minutes. I had gotten up and dressed and had my hand on the door, ready to open it and give everyone a heads up that there were people attempting to sleep when they said goodbye and left. Of course, Mr. T slept through the whole thing. I was so annoyed that it took another hour for me to fall back asleep, so I was a bit tired for breakfast the next day.
Breakfast was pretty good. They claim it was “gourmet.” I beg to differ. It was more home cooking than gourmet, but it was tasty and that’s really all that mattered. After breakfast, we headed back to our room to pack up and stroll around town. As we left the restaurant and turned to our door, some motion across the street caught my eye.
There was a park across the street. In said park, there was a swingset, which had a total of four swings. The two middle swings were swinging in perfect opposition, as if two people were on them. The two swings on the side were completely motionless. Don’t tell me it was the wind; that’s just not feasible. We looked around, but saw no sign of life other than a dog at the far end of the park. We heard no voices – there were no other signs of people in the area. The swings were swinging on their own. CREEPY.
I told Mr. T, “It’s a good thing that didn’t happen last night, or you would have been driving my scared ass home! There’s no way I would have slept here after seeing THAT!”
It was really bizarre and very creepy.
We packed up and drove around town, waiting for wineries and shops to open. Due to the off season, nothing was really open for a while other than two shops, one of which was an antique shop. We spent a while there, looking at the “old junk” as the owner called it. I had one pretty awesome find – an antique recipe book for cakes and icings. I bought it and can’t wait to read through it. Even if the techniques are too outdated for me, it will still be an awesome piece of decor!
We stopped by two wineries, but didn’t feel much like drinking, so we decided to head home. It was a relaxing retreat, but we wanted to get home to Kitty and Tedders and make a nice dinner together. We did and really enjoyed the time together. I’m insanely in love with my husband and can’t believe he orchestrated such an amazing surprise. He’s such a romantic! *Sigh*
Then Sunday was the baking class at the Viking School…meh. I loved hanging out with Ms. B and playing with food, but I was actually pretty disappointed with the class. I don’t think I’ll invest in another one for a while. The description promised that we would bake 5 cakes. I mean, it was a 5-hour class, so I figured we would each bake a mini-version of each recipe or something. Nope. We divvied up the recipes and each pair or person only participated in one recipe. Now, observing some things can be quite useful, but actual baking is best learned from a hands-on approach. Literally. It helps to feel the consistency of what you are mixing to understand when optimal mix time has been reached. When heat is involved, it helps to feel how the ingredients change and come together. That said, I did learn some useful facts about ingredients and mixing, but was disappointed in the recipes themselves and the “teaching” process…show and tell just doesn’t cut it in the baking arena!
While in class, Schneiderdoodle texted me to say that Twilight is at the dollar show. We decided to hit the 6:45 showing and I was totally excited. How much better could one weekend get??? A surprise romantic getaway, a baking class AND Twilight? It was too good to be true…because the movie was sold out. Yep, the Dollar Show was SOLD FREAKING OUT! Dang, yo. But we will try again very, very soon.
That’s all I got. Nothing else to say right now. And now, a message from our sponsors: