Monday afternoon we ditched the kids with Grandma and Grandpa and headed to Gatlinburg. After a bit of sorting out some miscommunication about the hotel, we headed to Olive Garden for dinner. It was not to be as the wait was about 45 minutes. Not after thinking I messed up the hotel. Relief was at Damon's Grill. All you can eat ribs was the special of the evening. After filling up we headed to the actual hotel, River Terrace.
On Tuesday we went to Pigeon Forge, to a little pancake restaurant just before the spur. They were kind enough to give me real butter pats instead of whipped margarine. We did some shopping in Pigeon Forge and then headed back to Gatlinburg. There was a youth conference in town, so many teenagers were roaming the streets and shops of the mountain towns. We headed out for a bite for lunch, ending up at McDonald's. Not great, but better than waiting for some unspecified time for a table at some nondescript Chinese joint. Then we found a popcorn shop that didn't understand the words, "No, stop. That's enough of the cheese popcorn. You can add some carmel corn now. Stop. Really. Stop."
We wandered the Gatlinburg Mountain Mall where we saw an old friend at his photoshop. Angie suggested that we might find a smashed penny machine. She was right.
Back to the room where I took a nap, but not before our friend Andrea came and showered us with amenities that are found in the honeymoon suite. Rose petals (strewn about the room and bed), chocolate kisses, sparkling cider, bath salts, that sort of thing. We ate dinner at the Hard Rock Cafe. Angie had the fajitas and I had a California Chick Club. Both were good. We got to see several fun guitars and other memorabilia. Pictures later.
Back at the room, Angie beat me at Five Crowns and then Cribbage. I need to stop playing games with her.
Wednesday morning we checked out and headed back towards home. A few stops for shopping and then Angie "called my bluff" when I suggested that we eat at Tony Gore's restaurant. We enjoyed some good BBQ sandwiches.
The best part of the whole time was that I got to spend it with Angie. I'm the luckiest guy there is.
3 comments:
I love you.
you are a lucky guy indeed!
Congrats! Sounds like a good time. Rose petals, chocolate, and endless ribs . . . I'd end up in a coma.
Glad you guys had some time away.
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