The Biltmore Estate

25 04 2010

It wasn’t until we visited the Biltmore Estate in Asheville, NC (famous for being America’s largest home, the ancestral Vanderbilt family home and childhood home of Anderson Cooper) and I witnessed my very first lamb stampede did I realize that I am in love with lambs.  They’re just so cute.

As we drove through the windy farm roads that meandered through the first scientifically managed forest, we came across a field full of lambs and sheep.  I immediately jumped out of the car and only the electric fence could keep me away from running right up to them.  The sheep actually ‘baaaa’ and the lambs answer back ‘yeaaa’ as they run from one direction to another, up and down the hills.  The next day we were touring the estate again and I mentioned that we should just pass by the lambs, but I promised that I wouldn’t get out of the car.  As soon as we came up upon the field and I saw how close they were to the road…..ALL BETS WERE OFF…and I was out of that car while it was still rolling to a stop.  I mean seriously, how can you resist them?

Well, we did see other things besides the lambs while we were there.  We took one afternoon to tour the gardens.  Coincidentally, we arrived the day of the “Festival of the Flowers” and the walled garden was filled with thousands of tulips of all different colours.


After taking photos of every tulip at every different angle we followed the paths to the azalea garden.

After a little detour setting a bad example by running around in the grass, we headed down to the bass pond.

Not only did we find the perfect photo opportunity, but we came across an Asheville, NC local, that after finding out that I was Canadian (and from Vancouver to boot), thanked me for being Canadian because he enjoyed the Olympics, specifically the Opening Ceremonies, so much.  How cool is that?

Just slightly cooler than when we went to the children’s petting zoo and I found a ram with curly shaggy hair.  I put my head up next to his head and yelled out to Nathan to check out the similarity in our lustrous curly locks.  Note: there was a fence between our curly-headed locks.  The petting zoo also had a couple of goats, some odd-looking fancy chickens, one of which started scratching the ground like it was getting ready to charge at me, and these cute fuzzy baby chicks.  If I had had a camera I would have sent photos to a friend who has always mentioned that she wants to frolic with baby chicks.

And, just in case you thought we spent the entire time chasing the farmyard animals, here are some photos of the actual 200+ room, 5 story Biltmore House.





Good Ol’ Country Livin’

15 04 2010

Whenever I think of New York, I think of New York City and the hustle and bustle of Manhattan, thin crust pizza, unlimited wine at Wolfgang’s, specialty cupcakes, boating in Central Park and the swagger that everyone has in Brooklyn.

I DO NOT think of dilapidated barns, grazing cows, bleating goats or rolling green bluffs.  But, as we are back on the road and traveling in upstate New York and Pennsylvania, this is what we have.  It’s pretty cool to be out in the country – a whole different experience.

It’s been a nice change to explore all of these small towns (villages really) and take in the local flavour.

We’ve been eating in small town diners, although one flavour that we tasted that we probably won’t taste again….Scrapple.  What do you think of when you see “2 Eggs and Scrapple” or “A side of Scrapple” on the menu.  We sat at the table debating what this meant… ‘another word for a scrambler?’, or ‘maybe it’s saucy apples.  Scr-Apple?  Apples?  That makes sense right?’  The most country of our group told us that she didn’t think it had anything to do with apples or any other kind of fruit.  Well, she was right.  When we asked our server what Scrapple was she said, ‘Exactly what it sounds like.  The Scraps – all the parts of the pig that you can’t sell off, ground together and fried.  Cooked well done’.  Ohhh………

Well, we can say we tried it.  Check that off the list.

While we were in Pennsylvania we had the opportunity to stay at an Inn.  140 year old building.  8 rooms.  And a bone-in ribeye to die for.

To be honest, we were a bit wary of staying at an Inn.  Are there going to be shared bathrooms?  Do we have to sit at breakfast and dinner and introduce ourselves and stare at other people awkwardly while they’re looking at us looking at them?  Is there going to be Internet?

As we drove up to this quaint building, The BriMarie Inn   (www.thebrimarieinn.com) and walked into the house, we were pleasantly surprised and ended up extending our stay.  It felt like home.  I admit, I was nosy and explored all of the rooms that I could while we were there.  And we spent our evenings with a couple of drinks on the front patio and eating dinner in our own dining area drinking good wine and eating great food.  If you are ever in the Sayre, PA area, you definitely have to stop by.

Today we drove through the winding roads in none other than American Idol contestant Aaron Kelly’s home turf.  How do I know that?  Well, we saw signs everywhere.  How cool is that?





Spring Break Spectators

31 03 2010

Five years after I’ve finished up my university experience I can now finally say that I have experienced Spring Break.  A week of crazy fun in the sun.  Where anything goes.  And whatever happens during Spring Break, stays at Spring Break, with the exception of all those spring breakers that saw what happened, and all of their friends that they tell, and the photos posted on facebook, and….. well let’s just say it’s a lot more complicated for spring breakers now a days in the world of social media.

All of this had been a mythological idea to me because I went to school in a place where “Spring Break” was called “Reading Break” and it lasted 4 days instead of 9 and you actually had to read because you had a whole list of midterms and papers due on the other side of this “Spring Break” and so, instead of leaving you just stayed on campus to study.

Now I should point out that in order to take these photos, I was actually on the other side of the channel.  The side of the channel that instead of housing the party boats and the drunken masses, held the Spring Break Spectators.  We like to call ourselves the “SBS” Crew.  It was me and Nathan in our boat, a pontoon that was decked out to look like a tiki bar, a handful of Norwegian girls, and a boat which could have held a younger (but not by much), more tanned version of the “grumpy old men” who sat in their boat with their shades on (or “cheaters” as some call them), drinking their Labatt Blue watching the parade of Spring Break festivities.

So now the truth comes out!  I didn’t partake in the Spring Break Festivities.  I only watched them.  And I’m kidding about calling ourselves the “SBS” Crew.  Really I am.

But this is really quite lucky for you.  Because if I was involved in the festivities on the other side of the channel, I wouldn’t be in any shape to give you this commentary of how things went.

You know how when there’s a big crowd  of people that you don’t know and to make sense of what’s happening you start to give people nicknames?  Well in this crowd of people there were quite a few characters who stood out.  There was Pastie Girl #1 and Pastie Girl # 2.  These were the two girls on the beach that were wearing pasties instead of bikini tops (since these are allowed during spring break as an alternative to running around topless).  When they are together we called them “The Pastie Girls”, but when they separated from each other they lost all of their charm and just became “Pastie Girl #1 and #2”.

Then, there was “The Guy with the Box on his Head”.   Don’t ask me why he had a box on his head, cause I have no idea, and to be honest, I don’t think he had any idea either.  It didn’t do him any good because he was bouncing around in the water, lost his balance and fell head first into the side of a boat.  Once he finally removed the box from his head he realized that he had a cut gushing blood above his eye.  But not to worry, he just dunked his head in the water and carried on his with Box Activities.

His close competition to most memorable character was “The Crooked Swimmer” who swam crookedly from one side of the channel to another, holding his breath the entire way as he crawled along the bottom and popping up with a bloody nose.  Although we saw him under the water with his red shorts, the two ducks that were floating in the water were mighty surprised when he popped up under them and they nearly flew into our boat.

The grand prize winner, and most talked about person of the day, was none other than “Senior Citizen in a Thong”.  He walked up and down the boardwalk shaking his money maker.  Let’s just say, if someone was walking beside him wearing nothing but “tighty whities”, they would be overdressed.  As he passed by, everyone took a second look and I’m sure he heard the telltale “click” of the camera.

My personal favourite was “Booty-Shake Girl” who held court on top of the wall above all of the boats.  She danced like she actually had ‘junk in the trunk” and the guys loved it.  That is, until she started throwing beer on everyone.

There was “The Guy with the Cowboy Hat made out of a Coors Light Box” that joined the party late in the day but soon hooked up with “Pastie Girl #2”.

A boat filled with “The Smart Kids” rolled past the scene in a bright and shiny new pontoon, dressed in crisp white short sleeved collared shirts and modest bathing suits, rolling their eyes at the slowly deteriorating scene on the beach.

And then there was “The Guy with the Band that Chased Everyone Away”.  Just as the ‘breakers’ were getting a second wind and the music was pumping, the booties were shaking and couples were pairing off like rabbits, we see a bass drum, a high hat…. no wait, a whole drum set, complete with stool being unloaded from a boat onto the side wall.  Then there’s a mic stand.  Finally “The Guy with the Band….” gets on the mic (telling the boat to shut off their music) because he came all the way from The OC (4 hours away) and he’s here to shoot a music video, etc etc.  With his silver bikini-clad hype girl by his side, he starts a song, that no ones knows and no one cares to know.  Soon, the party boat (with all the good music) leaves.  Then one by one, all of the “SBS” boats head out.  Even the younger, tanned “Grumpy Old Men” leave!  Finally, with a last plea to the crowd “The Guy with the Band that Chased Everyone Away” yells out, ‘Everyone who stays gets a free CD!

And that, is the end of Spring Break 2010 in Lake Havasu City, Arizona.





Nathan and Traci… Or is it?

31 03 2010

One afternoon Nathan and I took the boat out on the water to find a little cove to listen to music, sunbathe, and really just to enjoy the fact that we are on vacation.

We were soon joined by visitors.  A pair of ducks came by looking for snacks.  A brightly coloured “2 curl” Mallard and his sweet looking girl duck mate.  I named them Nathan and Traci.

While Nathan and I (the people) sat in the bow of the boat, Nathan said, “What’s flapping over there”, as he looked towards the back of the boat.  When I looked I saw the end of the towel flip over, and said, “It’s just the towel”.  Nathan didn’t believe me and I went to check it out and what did I see?  Little “Traci” had jumped up onto our boat and was flapping her wings.  I freaked out and then little “Traci” freaked out and flew off the boat.

I can’t believe it!  Do birds actually board boats here?  As I sat at the end of the boat talking to the ducks I could tell that she was going to do it again.  First “Traci” jumped up and when Nathan told me to leave her alone, little “Nathan” saw that they were welcome and what did he do?  He jumped right up on the boat as well.  Enough!  I yelled at them and they both dove off the boat.

But they circled the boat, like sharks circling their prey.  Soon little “Traci” had jumped back on the boat, and Nathan (the person) starts talking to her.  “Come on up then.  Come see what’s happening.  There’s nothing up here for you.”  As he extends a hand out to her he says, “Don’t slip”, as she waddles further and further into the boat.

As I watch all of this unfold (and take photos), I told Nathan, “She CANNOT jump down on the seat.  That’s too much for me, because then what if she can’t get back up and needs help, who’s going to help her get up….” So Nathan proceeds to tell her that we have commitment  issues and neither he nor she wants to commit to her jumping down on the seat.

Meanwhile, “Nathan” the Mallard, starts quacking up a storm and little “Traci” jumps off, joining him in the water.  And as they quack at each other and swim off into the distance it leads me to wonder what they are saying to each other.

And in my mind it goes something like this:

I bet I could get on that boat”

“You wouldn’t dare”

“Dare me!”

“Okay.  I Dare you”

“Excuse me, is this seat taken…:

If this doesn’t sound familiar, then go back and read a couple posts back, “Closing Down the Place” and you’ll see an almost identical conversation.  So it makes me wonder if these ducks aren’t “Nathan and Traci” Companions but “Nathan and Vanessa” Best Buds!





Scenes from the Desert

31 03 2010

After walking through the neighbourhood in Parker, AZ we’ve come to realize that in the desert – Anything Goes.  And when I mean “Anything” I mean the most random things you can think of can be considered “yard art”.  It’s really quite amazing that walking past no more than 20 houses you can see little stone piglets rooting around in the garden, a trio of stone coyotes howling at the cactuses, and a submerged hippo, serpent and other unlikely animals in the desert.  There are native inspired wall hangings of the sun, the mythical creature Kokopelli and weird Native American head statues siting on top of a hill.  I think I even saw a rooster at one house.

The one thing that brought the most enjoyment and was the least bit surprising to see were the various types of cactuses (or is it cacti?)  For being a barren desert, this place is full of blooms (a result of so much spring rain this year).  Everywhere you look are bright pink cactus blooms.  The pink is so intense that even the camera can’t capture the full colour of the flowers.  The mountains are covered in new green growth and sage bushes and there are yellow and purple wildflowers sprinkled around the dessert.  This doesn’t even include the bright green paddle cactuses and pink barrel cactuses that are soaking up the sun.

And as the sun sets on the mountains and the daytime scenes fade away into the shadows, there’s a new scenery as the stars come our twinkling.  Every night I get a kink in my neck because I’m constantly looking up at all of the stars and watching the Easter Bunny appear in the full moon.





Spring Time in Chicago

23 03 2010

Last week in Chicago we witnessed a weather phenomenon.  One day it was sunny and 65 degrees and the next day it was snowing and 30 degrees.  We had just left New Jersey after the massive rain storm and on the way out of town we saw flooded houses.  But what really got to me was the sight of 15 deer stranded on a piece of high ground amidst the floodlands!   What is happening with this weather?

Luckily, we took full advantage of our day off in Chicago when it was 65 degrees and sunny.

First off – LUNCH. We came across a place called The Melting Pot – a little fondue place below street level that had a ton of ambiance.  After following the server’s recommendations we enjoyed a spinach and artichoke cheese fondue appetizer with bread, chips and apples to dip.  And in the photo below is our Pacific Fondue entree with duck, beef tenderloin, pork, chicken and shrimp with potatoes, mushrooms and broccoli all to cook in a seasoned fondue broth.  We decided that it’s a great date experience  – but only if you actually like the person because it’s definitely not a quick meal.

After lunch we headed down to Navy Pier and saw this lake view of Lake Michigan, and the reason why people love Chicago so much with 10 miles of lakefront walking trails.

As we walked along the main Navy Pier walkway we decided to hop on a boat tour as a way to see the city.  Turns out we were just in time for an Architecture Tour on the River.  We spent an hour on a riverboat learning about the history of all of the skyscrapers in the downtown Chicago area.  I haven’t heard so much about post modernism (or PoMo as we used to call it) since school.   Below is a photo of the old Sears Tower.





H to the Izzo V to the Izza

20 03 2010

The Jay Z concert in Chicago marks the end of the road for our tour.  But after 7 weeks of touring from Las Vegas to Boston and making just a few stops in between (Dallas, New Orleans, Atlanta, NYC, Norfolk, etc), I can now say that I have found a video game that I am addicted to.

The recent addition to our tour – DJ Hero.  Now, I’ve traditionally been more of a Tetris girl, and I haven’t really touched Guitar Hero or Rockband, with the exception of singing a melody or two, and I would honestly say that I enjoy watching people play video games a lot more than I like playing them.   But there is something about this game that called to me.  It could be my interest in hard core rap and my aspirations to be a DJ – obviously kidding.

Seriously now, you wouldn’t even recognize me when I’m in my zone, working the fader and scratching to my Jay Z and Eminem playlists with guys crowding around me saying “aww man, she’s killing it“, or with 3 members of the NYPD asking me to ‘show them how it’s done’.

I realized my true addiction during this last Chicago tour.  To celebrate our last show we went into the concert to see Jay and ended up with floor seats, so we were 7 rows from the stage.  While we were waiting for Jay to perform I thought about how crazy it was that I knew people sitting around us – which made sense since we were the ones that were giving out these tickets just the day before – but it was still crazy to run into people you recognize in an arena of thousands.

As Jay went through his setlist I knew a couple of his recent popular songs – Empire State of Mind, Death of the Auto Tune, but didn’t know a lot of them.  And then I would hear the opening of a song and think ‘oh, I know this one’. But how do I know it – from the video that we play constantly in the truck?  No.  And I start singing along, ‘H to the Izzo, V to the Izza’.  Why do I know the words? And this is when it hits me – my addiction has come to life – I know these songs from my constant DJ Hero playing.  I’ve decided to cut myself off.  Not because the tour has come to an end and the DJ Hero will be packed up for months on end.  It’s my decision….Really!

Here are some photos from 7 rows up:





MSG

13 03 2010

Madison Square Garden in New York City.  One of the biggest concert events of the year.  A lane shut down on 7th & 32nd.  An Event Marketing first.  And a line winding down the block.

Guess who gets to walk past that long line up and hop up those steps? 

Our RocPopShop event at Madison Square Garden was an amazing success. 

After months of hard work, and a day of limited sleep with only mango smoothies as sustenance, the event that we’ve been working on for so long has come and passed.  But the “Awe” factor still lasts…Madison Square Garden…..CRAZY!





Hot OR Cold

13 03 2010

I’m way behind on my posts but I wanted to take the time to show off some photos from our trip to Las Vegas in February.

Normally you think Las Vegas and you think “The Strip” – bright lights, vegas show girls, constant casino lights and bells, an unhealthy addiction to slot machines and at least one bachelor/bachelorette party that you just happen to stumble upon.

This time while we were in Vegas we did everything we could to avoid spending time on the Strip.  Instead we took the opportunity to enjoy some offbeat day trips.

Hot or Cold?

That was the deciding factor on our day trips.

HOT:  A trip riding down to Hoover Dam and Willow Beach in a convertible with the top down

COLD:  A trip 35 miles off the strip to Mt. Charleston, NV which had just gotten 4 feet of snow





Olympic Memories

7 03 2010

After 16 days of checking the CTV Olympic Iphone App every hour, spending every evening falling asleep to speed skating, figure skating, bobsledding and other winter sporting events and pointing out to Nathan that although the US may have more medals in total, Canada has more GOLD medals….the Olympics are over.

Even though I only had a chance to take in the Olympic frenzy for the opening weekend, the memories are definitely going to be lasting.   Where else other than Disneyland do you chase people down the street yelling, “can we take a picture with you?” AND when are they standing around (like Disney characters) waiting to have their picture taken?

When else would I drag myself out of bed (after only 4 hours of sleep) to get on a bus while it’s still dark outside to go to an arena where there “may or may not be athletes present”? Lucky for me, there were athletes present during the pairs figure skating training session, and also lucky for me, I was not the only one that got sucked into paying for tickets to a non-event, with no promise of athletes showing up except for the zamboni man (who, I have to say, lived up to my expectations!).

When else will I ever LOVE the fact that I look exactly like everyone else in Vancouver and exasperate my friends more when I wander off and blend into the crowd – EVERYONE is dressed in a Canada toque, scarf, and red mittens – and the majority of people – Asian!

When else would I be at a Sweden vs Switzerland hockey game yelling my head off and annoying my neighbours while clanging a commemorative cow bell?  Maybe the bigger question is, when else will I ever have another  commemorative cow bell?  And, is there ever going to be another time when I’m running down the streets of Vancouver thinking that I’m running towards Wayne Gretzky only to realize that we’re running in the wrong direction, and then get stopped by the police to make way for Vice President Joe Biden’s motorcade?

All I can say with certainty is that I have never had more Canadian pride than seeing people dressed in red, with Canadian sweatshirts, scarves, toques, red Olympic mittens and Canada Flags draped around their shoulders hosting the world in my favourite Canadian city – Vancouver.

The only true way to experience the Olympic Games is when its in your hometown and you’re in the heart of it.