Valentines, Schmalentines

Last week I finally got to go to the Biltmore Estate, as I've lived within two miles of its entrance for six months and haven't bothered to go yet. Doug had a free ticket and so the two of us went in celebration of "Valentines, Schmalentines" as we were calling it. I met him at his house at 9am, and with a quick stop at Ingles (S-Ingles to be specific) to get wine, cheese, bagel chips, hummus and grapes we were off to see the house that Vanderbilt...built. Or something.
We are very silly together and this was no exception. We spent a good 15 minutes trying to figure out the best way to model ourselves exactly like a statue. This is what we do for fun apparently. The house was amazing (surprise) and after our tour we drove to the lagoon and had our picnic. Except...we didn't have a wine bottle opener. Or glasses. But we did have my leatherman. So it was pullin' straight from the $15 bottle of Italian red. Awesome.From there we toured the stables and then on to the winery (for those of you who haven't been to the Biltmore, it's a 3 mile drive just to get to the first gate. Then it's three miles past that to get to the house. Then the vineyard is another 4.5 miles past the house. It's an obscene amount of property) to do a tour and then got an actual good bottle of Biltmore's limited reserve merlot, which we sat and drank while we listened to a cooking class. And on and on it went.
The day continued to be awesome and didn't really end til close to 10pm. Well done, Doug. Best non-valentines non-date I've ever had.