Let’s begin with some notes from the weekend!
Ok once this hangover clears I’m continuing my Arthur themed trip. What? I cheered. He eats. He drinks. I’m sure that guy at the honky tonk was named Lenny.
The Cornwall estate there was one thing. Today I’m off to see Andrew Jackson’s hermitage.
We have done much blogging on this game and who gets to write history. I’ve seen many historical sites but not…how should I put this…in these parts of the country.
I’m very curious as to how this is gonna go. I have a feeling I’m gonna be thinking on who gets to write history.
Vacation themage! Impressive.
As long as it doesn’t slow down the boozing.
Well…so far, props for mentioning slavery and the Indian removals and admitting they were evil. But DUDE they are making every apology, even “hey, 100 years from now people might think we were evil…” like, ok, but…
This is like if Dutch had a museum.
I think this was used directly to make Braithwaite manor. I shit you not. Dude, I knew where the gazebo would be BEFORE I SAW IT and there it was. It has the trees, everything. The whole layout…
If there’s a dude in the stables I’ll apologize for killing him.
This is creepy.
“I’m so sorry about murdering you and running off with those horses that were your pride and joy. At least we didn’t literally eat them, OK?”
Then best just hurry along.
Dude this place…they must’ve used it.
I’m trying hard not to loot the nightstands.
It does make me respect the game, though. They nailed it. The furniture even looks right.
And this place went bankrupt in the 1880s, etc. it’s pretty cool being here.
That is cool. Nice to see that all those details were well researched (not that I would have expected them not to be, but it must be fun to see the environments of the time period in person).
And it wasn’t as sugar coated as I thought it would be. It was, but… like they did have quite a bit about slavery, but you had to go on an extra trail loop to see it. Hmm. Who writes history, and who gets to pick how to emphasize stuff.
Best part? Jackson is buried in the garden. Big temple thing over his grave. He died in 1847. But in 1901, uncle Alfred, his “servant” since 1830, died at 98. He convinced the keepers of the estate at that time, to bury him next to Jackson in the garden because Jackson “liked him so much.” There he is, right next to Jackson. The museum obviously portrays that as evidence that everyone in that graveyard was so progressive, but it was pretty obvious to me that Alfred, bless his heart, got one last, subtle, passive aggressive fuck you in towards the people’s president.
Even red dead couldn’t beat Alfred at the themeage.
Nice one, Alfred! We salute you.
No themes here. Siiiiigh.
This place does have themes. Well, for this game. If we were playing Mass Effect less so.
I’m certainly walking. Set a step record Friday. Justifies the seven course tasting I plan to have tonight.
(I’d mention I had the best ribs I’ve ever had last night, which is saying something, but you’re a vegetarian. Shout out to Jack’s anyway)
On to Sunday:
Now I’m in a hotel that was build as a rail station in 1900. Like….
Yeah….would’ve taken more than bandannas.
This was a well timed trip.
Bandannas used to have magical powers! Such as not making any difference to whether or not you got in trouble for committing crimes.
And now catching up to Monday:
And, as I think back on chocolate bread pudding with smoked caramel, cherries and black tea creme anglaise, I start to pack. Still have a day, and lord knows how I’m gonna spend it cuz I thought the flight was at 630 am and is pm.
Was such a nice trip. Mrs McP needs to do more conferences.
Ooh, bonus day! Win!
She does need to do more conferences.
I have a conference in Chicago next month, but I’ll be working so it’s not the same as a vacation.
I mean, it’s close, in that there are no kids, but not as close in that I have to attend a lot of meetings instead of touring historic estates. My travel blogging is much less interesting.
Dude, just ditch. Chicago is nice. You at least deserve a walk by the lake.
Take an extra day. It’ll give me time to catch up to you.
Getting home too late to play. Sigh.
I’m eating something called a redneck taco.
It has meat.
This is quite the place.
I have to get on a plane in six hours. I’m going to regret this. But fuck it. Only live once, right?