Overstretched Spanx and the Ghost That Visited Me
This past week, my husband and I celebrated our third wedding anniversary (Click HERE if you want to know more about our crazy story of how we met on Match.com) in beautiful Asheville, NC where we spent our honeymoon.
We were originally set to fly to Mexico for our honeymoon however that was the exact time of the bird flu outbreak. Since it had originated in Mexico we realized that it probably wasn’t going to be the best idea to be stuck in a metal tube flying across the Gulf of Mexico with potential bird flu carriers.
Instead, we chose to drive up to the beautiful mountains of North Carolina and visit the Biltmore Estate, and since then we have been back several times in addition to our anniversaries simply because we love it so much. More often than not, we choose to stay at the Grove Park Inn.
If you haven’t stayed at the Grove Park Inn, I can not prepare you for how amazing this beautiful resort is…it would sort of be like saying the White House is “pretty”. Pretty just does not do it justice. In the 100 years since it opened, the guest list has included numerous presidents, athletes, actors & other entertainers, and now includes such unknowns as myself and my husband. It also boasts the story of the “Pink Lady” who fell from the sixth floor (eerily, right outside our door) and is now apparently more of spiritual guest in nature than human. (Apparently she’s harmless but likes to just be playful with people.)
It seems the entire lobby is made out of stacked stones – rather stacked boulders. Both ends of the lobby boast a huge fireplace so big that you could fit a Mini-Cooper in. It’s truly amazing – especially if you are sitting in one of the nearby rocking chairs sipping on a nice glass of wine. The main building of the hotel is considered the “historic” part, as the two side additions were added years later. Being the history nerd that I am, we always request staying in one of the rooms in the main building. Yes, it’s a little creepy at times and after dark, the hallways have a tendency to look like something out of “The Shining” but the rooms are quaint with curved ceilings and the original fixtures, and it reminds me of something from “The Hobbit”.
One of my favorite parts of this hotel is the Sunset Terrace Restaurant, where you can have an absolutely amazing dinner with an equally amazing view of the mountains. I was so stuffed after dinner that my Spanx turned in their resignation. They were no longer going to be working for me and I must admit, I seriously gave them a run for their money. It wasn’t their fault. Blame it on dessert.
My second favorite part is the SPA, oh the glorious spa. For this anniversary, my sweet husband treated me to a spa day, and after being covered in lavender and frankincense oils, massaged, warmed, heated in a sauna and then dipped in a whirlpool, I looked like a greasy homeless person and felt like an overcooked noodle. Because I was so relaxed, I was lucky no one was asking me any serious questions. I was able to answer “yes please” to an offering of water infused with lavender and lemon…anything more than that and people might have thought I had just undergone a lobotomy.
The following morning at breakfast we were talking and my husband asked if I had slept well. I told him that it was odd he asked, because I woke up in the middle of the night feeling like someone had tickled my nose with a strand of my hair. He got this funny look on his face and said that he woke up in the middle of the night because it felt like someone had pinched his nose! Had we been visited by the infamous Pink Lady?
We reluctantly packed to leave, thus ending another wonderful experience at the Grove Park which only makes me already anxious for our next return trip.
And although I’m not a believer in ghost stories, I still gave a quick peek through the folded clothing in our luggage for any traces of pink that might be stowing a ride home with us.
Just to be sure, of course.