We took advantage of the beautiful spring-like weather by taking the scenic route following the French Broad River through Hot Springs, NC on the way there, the sun roof open all the way. Another lunch in downtown Asheville at the Bier Garden and some quality time admiring the flow of hippies and yuppies outside Malaprop’s bookstore across the street. Em would be pleased to know that Courtney enjoyed a lovely brew from the folks at Bell’s while I had a Magic Hat #9 (it was on special, which I assume means they were trying to drain the keg.)
The rest of the afternoon was spent admiring the ridiculous opulence of America’s largest home, and I do mean ridiculous. The place is a freakin’ castle, yo. The ceiling in the Banquet Room is seventy feet high. There are two Renoir paintings in the house, and they only rate enough to hang in one of the guest bedrooms. The highlights of the self-guided tour, which took about two hours just to wander through part of the house, came back-to-back on the lowest level. The indoor pool (drained) was cool in itself, but makes my highlights because somebody right behind us dropped their digital camera from the platform above it about 30 feet to the tiled bottom. It was awesome if only to see the look of confusion on their face as they tried to figure out what to do about it. I can only guess that is why they put wrist leashes on cameras, and maybe also part of the reason Biltmore doesn’t allow photographs indoors. The second highlight was the bowling alley. It totally made me want a milkshake (somebody please get this joke.)
We also remembered to take a camera this time (two, actually), so enjoy the following boring-shit-and-all photo essay, a rarity at the Waitress.
My lady friend quite likes the sweet potato fries. She takes them with ketchup, though. Strange.
Shooting while driving, an experts-only move.
That's her from behind. There's a joke here somewhere, I'm sure of it.
Who's down for some architectural detail? I am, at least.
Handsome devil on the pack porch. Couldn't they have at least put this shack someplace with a decent view? Poor people piss me off sometimes. (image courtesy of lady friend)
Some dumb orchid in the Conservatory.
A hotshot young photog points and shoots. (image courtesy of lady friend)