I've wanted to go to Biltmore Estate in North Carolina for the past few years. Jarryd (the boyfriend- hint this title will change later!) had always said he would take me. Between both of our work schedules, we have been run ragged lately and we desperately needed a weekend away, so we began planning.
We found a cheap hotel package and were thrilled. So we took off on Friday after spin for our little road trip. It was about a week past "peak" season but the drive was still absolutely beautiful.
In a few (read... 8) hours later, we were pulling into Biltmore and after a quick rest- we were off to Cedric's Tavern for dinner. It was FANTASTIC. Every single bite. We walked around Antler Hill Village for a while and then headed back to the hotel for a much needed night of sleep. WRONG. It turns out that an all girl's soccer team was on our floor as well. It was a long night to say the least. I wanted to call every single person I encountered as a teenager and apologize profusely. Ugh. The next morning we woke up to blessed silence in the hallways, it turns out that we were not the only ones who got frustrated with the teenagers.
We drove the 5 minutes to Biltmore and I was like a kid on Christmas morning - I was too excited to sit still. We went to schedule a house tour but the earliest tour we could get was 12:30. We had an hour and a half to spare so we decided to go to the gardens to look around. We walked along the gardens for awhile and found a lovely little bench that overlooked the property so Jarryd suggested that I sit and prose for some snooty pictures. I took the bait and cheesed it up for the camera.
HA! I'm clearly intelligent. Of course I said yes and then it was time to call the parents. Little did I know that Jarryd was snapping pictures this whole time.
We're engaged!!!
