At first we were all... so what if it takes a while we are alone and together and in no hurry. Then after about 20 minutes we were like is this guy for real? Who puts their brakes on going up a mountain at a speed one could walk faster? Derrick is generally honk yer horn happy. He told me he was going to start honking his horn at every pull off and maybe the guy would get a hint and pull over. We now had 16 cars stacked up behind us(I counted). We were #2 behind some Floridians who were growing impatient also and had started to totally ride the dudes bumper.
D commences the horn honking on three different pull offs and by now I am all for it. I'm ready to scratch my face off thinking I may grow a beard and die before we get to Bryson City. The guy does not pull off.
We go through a tunnel and as a tradition we always honk the horn in long dark tunnels....so we honk some more for fun now cause he is obviously not going to pull off. EVERY car behind us lays on the horn as they go through the tunnel. D and I snicker to each other cause we know everyone is getting delirious. They don't just "toot toot", they
toooot toooooot toot toot toooooooooot
...it's stress relief.
It has been some tiiiiiiiiiiimmmme now for real. I think folks had settled into never getting to their destinations.....except for the Florida peeps who were almost about to ride connected to the back seat belts in the slow dudes car....when he suddenly decides to pull off ....at a pull off like he's freaking supposed to do instead of back up traffic.
- I roll my window down.
- Florida stomps their gas and takes off, we don't ever see them again.
- I hang my head out of the truck and make the raise the roof dance motion and holler as loud as I can accessing my inner redneck, "Wooooooooooo, yeah! Way to go dude, Alllllriiiiight!!!!"
In that order.
As I pass I see a balding late 20 something male looking out his rolled down car window smiling at all the passing cars. I swear, I swear.... he is looking proud of himself, like he has really done a good deed for all man kind....and believe me he has in a way.
He appears to be amazed at all of the cars he has backed up by this time.
He appears to be amazed at all of the cars he has backed up by this time.
My heart thinks I have truly seen a real live moron. In fact I think my mouth may have said it out loud and D's concurred with it.
...so we get to the house, unload a few groceries, unpack, put sheets on the bed and chill out a bit before dinner on the deck... reading the paper and so forth.
I get caught up in my Pillars of the Earth book and D begins to cook dinner. I tell him I will come in and help as soon as I get to a stopping point. D says to me, "No, just chill out with your Nook," and I decide to do just that.
Soon it's getting dark and I can't see on my Nook as well as I had been able to about 45 minutes to an hour ago and I am smelling garlic galore....
D- Come eat!
This is what I see when I go inside.
Menu
- fresh basil linguine & shrimp with a fresh, garlic, parsley, basil, and Parmesan cheese sauce
- Ciabatta bread with Benissimmo dipping olive oil
- Spring Salad with balalmic vinegarette dressing(my favorite)
- Smoking Loon Merlot(another favorite)
- For dessert he made a NUTELLA Mousse the night before we left so it'd be ready for dinner on this night.
Everything was delicious tasting. I couldn't have had a better meal in a restaurant.
All was super quiet.
We didn't eat fast purposefully.
It was my dream dinner.
I felt really special and loved.
He took care to make things he knew I would go nuts over. I am so glad we ate at the mountain house instead of going out. This was definitely a night that will rank high in my memory files cause literally everything was perfect.
When we were cleaning up the dishes I found this.
Which I thought was sort of funny.
A- So what did you do? Google romantic dinner for two?
D- Yes. You aren't supposed to be looking at my cheat sheets...give me those(yanks them from me and puts them away).
I was secretly glad he had cheat sheets cause it told me he took the time to care about what were going to do on this rare occasion we had alone more than 2 hours. I believed it to be thoughtful and I liked it a lot.
After dishes we gabbed some more on the back deck about the book he was reading, then about the book I was reading, then about how people write such clever books, then about this and that and on and on and on....
.....not once were D and I interrupted by a wee little voice that said we needed to wipe a butt or break up a squabble. I missed my kids....
......but just not that much at that moment. ;o)
....cause.....I knew Nana was wiping butts. :oD
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