Shocking lack of motivation...

Considering all the events of the past several days, it completely amazes me that I lack the motivation to write. Arrived home a little before 1am on Monday night/Tuesday evening, and the siren song of my 440TC Egyptian cotton Polo sheets and down comforter is a little too strong for me to resist. Here's a brief account of the weekend's events, we'll see if I get a chance tomorrow to flesh it out a bit.

-Friday: up at around 10am, get things together for the trip, take bike over to Kel's, where I'll be meeting her to store the bike and drive me back to my place. Turns out she's forgotten all bout meeting me "right after yoga gets out at 11:00am". 11:30, and still no Kel. I head over to the studio where she is, and wait for her. some time later, she emerges, only to be completely surprised to see me. Apparently, when we arranged to meet, she for whatever reason, completely forgot about it. Ah well, no harm done, we drop the bike off at her place, she drives me home, I offer her soup and a salad, we chat for a few, and I'm late, so I excuse myself and head out to meet D and Mo to head up to Appa. Turns out, they're running a bit behind as well, so it all worked out. Meet up at the LKN resort, where I leave my car, and we head out to the mountainous area of Boone, NC. The drive up is quite pleasant, in terms of weather, company, scenery, and excitement level (on my part, at least.)

We get into Boone just before 4pm, they take care of a couple things, and we check into our accomodations. out for a bite to eat at "The Old Jailhouse". Now, hearing that name, what type of cuisine would you guess they might serve at a place like this? It's a converted building that allegedly dates back to the late 1800s, and has now been converted into a dining establishment. So go ahead, take a guess. OK, that's wrong, guess again. Also nope. One more time? Sorry, wrong again. They're an eastern Indian establishment. WTF?! Not only that, the menus, descriptions containted therein, and pricing, all had the air of false pretentiousness one might expect more from a Manhattan establishment than one in the mountains of NC. Probably the only good thing I can say about them after the fact, was that the garnishing grapes on the cheese plate and appetizer sampler, were very sweet and juicy. The chese plate, while pretty well stocked, had an extra pungent Roquefort blue sample, a nut (walnut? pecan? I forget) encrusted goat cheese ball, and a few wedges of Camembert (of which I'm not too fond to begin with), garnished with some fruit and lettuce leaves. The appetizer plate we ordered had a few Vermont white cheddar slices that weren't too bad, along with some things we had never heard of, and could barely pronounce, like dahl. WTF is a dahl? Saffron was another highly-touted ingredient, being containted in roughly every third item, appetizer, dessert, or entree, sweet or savory, liquid or solid. For our entrees, D went light with a potato soup, Mo had the Chicken Kashmi, and I thought the Lamb Vindaloo sounded like it might be tasty. Wrong, not terribly wrong, and wrong. The lamb had an exceptionally chinese-herb-remedy/medicinal taste, and once you chewed it for a half a minute or so, it would release it's payload of nuclear-grade plutonium, thus hopelessly burning your tongue, mouth, and esophagus. Anyway, not to overly gripe. Needless to say, we didn't ask them to wrap anything.

Ugh, I'm beat...that turned out to not be particularly brief, and having just hit the proverbial brick wall, I'm turning in...possibly more in the morning...ciao...