Sean and I took one of our usual jaunts over to Atlanta this weekend. On the agenda was a lot of wedding stuff, but we still got a chance to kick back and relax for a bit, too. Saturday during the day, we went and bought my wedding dress and showed Sean what Lickskillet Farm looked like. He loved it, of course. Saturday night, Sean and I decided to go downtown and spend the evening with Jason and Erin. The original plan was the find a poolhall downtown and shoot pool for a few hours. Bad idea. The All Star basketball games were in Atlanta this weekend. Downtown was gridlocked from about 7pm until well after 2am (when Sean and I left downtown). So, we stuck around Tech’s campus and just shot pool at their student center. It was actually a good pool hall. The only bad part about it was that there was no alcohol. Oh well. Jason kicked all of our asses, but we had a great time.
Sunday, Sean and I went to a registry event at Crate and Barrel. Mimosa’s at 10am are extremely good and worth waking up at 9am for. We got to spend 2 hours wandering around Crate and Barrel, munching on brunch foods and zapping various items that we want people to buy for us. Oh, and only engaged couples were in the store. For those two hours, all of the employees were there to just be helpful and find bar codes for items so that we could register for them. How cool was that? And to top it off, we got a free gift when we left. I figured it would be something dorky, but it wasn’t. When we got home and opened up the gift, it was two trumpet champagne flutes in the shapes of hearts. It was adorable! So, now Sean and I have something to toast with on Valentine’s Day.
We also spent Sunday talking to the minister who’s going to be the officiant at our ceremony, having lunch at Dreamland (Sean had never been before), and watching cars go sliding through the parking lot of the Andretti Speedway, with their back tires up on trays. But, that’s for a whole different post. What was really amusing on Sunday was the trip home. Sean and I left in enough time to give us some extra time before I had to be back in Huntsville for a project group meeting. On our way home, we were driving through Mentone when my feline curiosity finally got the better of me. “I wonder what the ski slope really looks like. I mean, we’ve driven this way a million times, but never gone to see what Cloudmont looks like. I don’t think it’s that far off the main road.” So, off we turn from the main road. After driving along a most definite country back road for a few miles, we finally find Cloudmont, Alabama’s first and only ski resort. It was an experience to say the least. Next time we go back to Atlanta, I’m going to bring my camera so that I can take pictures of the roads approaching the resort as well as the “resort” itself. It was a building that sold the tickets, a tow rope to get up the slope (it was a small enough slope that a tow rope was sufficient), and then the slope itself. The slope was the only place that had snow, literally. At the bottom of the slope, the snow stopped. There wasn’t even snow more than maybe 3 feet off of the actual slope. Just mud. So, I can now say that I’ve been to Alabama’s only ski resort and it was definitely an experience. The rest of the drive home seems almost mundane after that interesting experience.