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A Weekend of Wonderful Women
Nov. 2nd, 2010 07:16 amI don't know how to write about all the stuff that happened this weekend, although a rote recitation would actually be quite short.
NRod and I flew to WV for a girlz climbing weekend. We stayed at a local b&b, which turned out to be way less creepy than I'd feared. (I totally don't want to stay at Government House in Baltimore ever again, mmkay?) Our room was smaller than expected, but the location is brilliant: we were halfway between the two best places to eat dinner in town.
The New River Gorge replaced the Gunks as the hottest cragging area on the east coast in the 80s. ( In case you want to read about rocks and climbing ) ( what we climbed, in numbers )
I find it irritating how adventures seem to preclude good eating, but not in this case. The gal at Waterstone Outfitters recommended Secret Sandwich Society, the world's greatest sandwich shop. I never expected to find a kindred spirit in Fayetteville, but the owner has just the right spirit when it comes to food: e.g. she talked about how the arugula cuts the sweetness of the honey butter on the Hoover sandwich and talked with loving detail about how they make bacon jam. Bacon jam!! I had the McKinley, bc who can resist meatloaf with fried onions and bacon jam.
She also recommended her fiance's pizza parlor, which was independently confirmed as the best place to eat in town. The cuban pork pie was good - pulled pork, pineapple, and jalapenos - but I loved, loved, loved the grape pie with red grapes, gorgonzola and rosemary. AISOT, it's the perfect cold pizza-for-breakfast. Our other dinner was at Vandalian's, where I had a delicious flatiron steak (climbing is hard work) with delicious, interesting sides. It wasn't the moonshine and bbq I'd promised NRod, but tastier.
I'm always surprised how nice people are away from the northeast: even the rental car lady was a sweetheart, giving us directions to the nearest gas station. The folks at Waterstone's were so nice and so helpful, I ended up dropping two Ben Franklins on more gear for my rack. There was a short blonde rasta chick I'm a little in love with, after discussing where to go on a southern bbq roadtrip.
I'm sure my conversations with NRod sounded like a Sex & The City parody, but it was so very good to bond with her. She gave me all the gossip from the climbing group where we met, between discussion of men, work, success, climbing, our therapists, and growing up in Soviet (and post-Soviet) Russia. I told her bad date stories and listened with horror to her own current dating woes (although I still think they might be solved with poly). I really needed to hear someone validate and applaud my decision to throw over Bruce Wayne. It wasn't sex or cuddling, but the weekend was something I needed and we're already discussing when we're going back.
NRod and I flew to WV for a girlz climbing weekend. We stayed at a local b&b, which turned out to be way less creepy than I'd feared. (I totally don't want to stay at Government House in Baltimore ever again, mmkay?) Our room was smaller than expected, but the location is brilliant: we were halfway between the two best places to eat dinner in town.
The New River Gorge replaced the Gunks as the hottest cragging area on the east coast in the 80s. ( In case you want to read about rocks and climbing ) ( what we climbed, in numbers )
I find it irritating how adventures seem to preclude good eating, but not in this case. The gal at Waterstone Outfitters recommended Secret Sandwich Society, the world's greatest sandwich shop. I never expected to find a kindred spirit in Fayetteville, but the owner has just the right spirit when it comes to food: e.g. she talked about how the arugula cuts the sweetness of the honey butter on the Hoover sandwich and talked with loving detail about how they make bacon jam. Bacon jam!! I had the McKinley, bc who can resist meatloaf with fried onions and bacon jam.
She also recommended her fiance's pizza parlor, which was independently confirmed as the best place to eat in town. The cuban pork pie was good - pulled pork, pineapple, and jalapenos - but I loved, loved, loved the grape pie with red grapes, gorgonzola and rosemary. AISOT, it's the perfect cold pizza-for-breakfast. Our other dinner was at Vandalian's, where I had a delicious flatiron steak (climbing is hard work) with delicious, interesting sides. It wasn't the moonshine and bbq I'd promised NRod, but tastier.
I'm always surprised how nice people are away from the northeast: even the rental car lady was a sweetheart, giving us directions to the nearest gas station. The folks at Waterstone's were so nice and so helpful, I ended up dropping two Ben Franklins on more gear for my rack. There was a short blonde rasta chick I'm a little in love with, after discussing where to go on a southern bbq roadtrip.
I'm sure my conversations with NRod sounded like a Sex & The City parody, but it was so very good to bond with her. She gave me all the gossip from the climbing group where we met, between discussion of men, work, success, climbing, our therapists, and growing up in Soviet (and post-Soviet) Russia. I told her bad date stories and listened with horror to her own current dating woes (although I still think they might be solved with poly). I really needed to hear someone validate and applaud my decision to throw over Bruce Wayne. It wasn't sex or cuddling, but the weekend was something I needed and we're already discussing when we're going back.