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Mom Ladd Guilt Post

Two days ago I was talking to my mom and she said, “You know you haven’t updated your blog in a while.” And I was like, “That is not even one of my goals this year. In fact, I made a goal specifically so that other people would do it for me.” But Mom Guilt is a powerful force, so today I decided to post every picture I currently have on my phone, with explanations I’m attempting to remember.

This is Steven drinking a bloody mary at one of the restaurants on my list. He said it was amazing.

This is Steven drinking a bloody mary at one of the restaurants on my list. He said it was amazing.

This is my apartment complex's gym. I have no idea why I took a picture of it

This is my apartment complex’s gym. I have no idea why I took a picture of it

This is the dessert course from tea at the Umstead!!! Probably from when Brian was here?

This is the dessert course from tea at the Umstead!!! Probably from when Brian was here?

LOL this is from when I said "Brian, sit on that thing and I'll take a picture of you" AND HE DID IT

LOL this is from when I said “Brian, sit on that thing and I’ll take a picture of you” AND HE DID IT

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Snow 2015!

We’ve had snow before while I’ve lived in North Carolina (last year, for instance. or in 2010, which I have some nice pictures of). But this year was my first time trying to drive in it! Not really a fan of that, I’ve gotta say. Luckily today the library is closed, so I’m staying home and baking. I had to walk to the store to buy mini chocolate chips, and took some awesome pictures:

We got at least 6 inches!

We got at least 6 inches!

Poor just-planted shrubberies

Poor just-planted shrubberies

This tree looks much more blingy now

This tree looks much more blingy now

Trixie, not happy

Trixie, not happy

Clio, having a rave??

Clio, having a rave??

Clearly Steven is more used to the Frozen North since he remembered to put his wipers up.

Florida girls!!! Killin it

Florida girls!!! Killin it

Not many people have gone out yet, so these are mine

Not many people have gone out yet, so these are mine

Harris Teeter parking lot: a winter wonderland

Harris Teeter parking lot: a winter wonderland

It's hard not to sing Christmas carols

It’s hard not to sing Christmas carols

Luckily, Snow Command is on the case.

5 Reasons I am Now Closer to being an Adult (and 3 reasons I will never be one)

Now that we’ve moved to a nicer place, I feel like I’ve taken some important steps towards becoming a For Real Adult. For instance:

1. Adults own guest beds

No longer do overnight visitors have to sleep on the floor or the couch (unless they want to), because I am now the proud owner of a guest bed:

It may actually be more comfortable than my real bed.

It may actually be more comfortable than my real bed.

2. Adults have sensible bath mats and those fuzzy things for the toilet seat. And they match

Previously I bought bath mats based on considerations like “THAT ONE IS SHAPED LIKE A MONKEY!!!!” But with this apartment, I went with things that actually had a chance of matching each other.

And got one of those fuzzy things too because it seemed like the kind of thing you do when you're 27

And got one of those fuzzy things too because it seemed like the kind of thing you do when you’re 27

3. Adults schedule their next appointment at the end of their last one

I’m mainly thinking of haircuts here. In the past, I would get haircuts whenever I was stressed or my hair started giving me headaches AND I’d scrounged together enough time and money to do so. When the receptionist asked if I would like to make my next appointment, I would go “Pfffff I don’t know what I’m doing next week, let alone in two months.” NOT ANYMORE!

GOTTA LOOK SO GOOD

GOTTA LOOK SO GOOD

4. Adults are friendly to their neighbors

Instead of just making up stories about the people I see in the parking lot and passive aggressively hating Loud Music Guy, I’ve actually taken time to be friendly to my neighbors! This involves a decorated front door:

Ta Da!

Ta Da!

And giving them Christmas cookies!! And I got some in return!!! Yay friendship! Well, friendly acquaintanceship. I’m only 27, I’ll take it.

5. Adults own full-size ironing boards

Chilling here with his little brother

Chilling here with his little brother

Some adult things I will probably never do

Alas, I’m not a For Real Adult yet, and if these are actual requirements, I may never be:

1. Adults use one set of bed linens at a time. Because otherwise it looks crazy

I'm not apologizing for being comfortable

I’m not apologizing for being comfortable

True, it LOOKS crazy, but it’s way more comfortable, sleeping-wise. Why share blankets with someone you don’t have to? Marriage should be about leveling up, not never sleeping comfortably again.

2. Adults sort their laundry

TV and movies have taught me that adults sort things into “whites” and “darks” and “colors” and maybe some other arcane categories??? It didn’t really make sense to do this in college, when I never had more than one load of laundry anyway, and none of my clothes suffered any ill-effects. So I’ve never done it, and you can’t convince me it makes a difference at all.

3. Adults can talk on the phone without being weird about it

UGH WHY CAN’T YOU JUST TEXT ME LIKE A NORMAL PERSON WHAT

phonehate

And leaving a voicemail, forget about it

Reasons You Should Visit Me Update: Tea at the Umstead!

When I wrote my post about reasons you should visit me, I included afternoon tea at the Umstead without ever having experienced it myself. I was that sure of how awesome it would be. But, just to maintain my high level of Internet credibility, I decided to investigate to be certain. Spoiler alert: everything was amazing.

What did you expect?

What did you expect?

The Umstead is North Carolina’s only 5 star hotel, and it is just down the street from my apartment!!! Gotta take advantage of that classy scene. But first, you have to look your best:

Not that I don't always

Not that I don’t always

Although, in reality, there were people there in flip flops. PEASANTS.

You can choose from seven or eight different kinds of tea, or just get a cocktail if you’re completely gauche:

Like this character

Like this character

The first course starts off with tiny adorable sandwiches:

They taste better because they're cut into shapes. FACT

They taste better because they’re cut into shapes. FACT

You got your cucumber, your chicken salad, your asparagus egg salad, your cream cheese panna cotta, and your smoked salmon. ALL DELICIOUS. Even Steven liked all of them, and he normally hates things that end in “salad” or fish.

Second course was scone time

Second course was scone time

Cranberry scones and pistachio raspberry tea cakes with a whole raspberry baked in the middle? The only way to make that better is with homemade apricot jam!! Also, devonshire cream and lemon curd, because of course.

But then there’s course number 3:

When I saw it coming towards us, I went "Ohmygodohmygodohmygod" and everyone looked at me

When I saw it coming towards us, I went “Ohmygodohmygodohmygod” and everyone looked at me

This tower is poignant in a way, because, while delicious, it comes with the sad knowledge that nothing else will ever be as delicious and you are just going to have to keep living your life while knowing that. Top tier you got your berry macarons. Perfect macarons, of course. And you bet we can appreciate that now. Then there was this chocolate mousse/caramel whipped cream concoction, and finally a kind of lemon raspberry cake with vanilla mousse that words cannot even describe.

Of course, everything tasted better because it was tiny and adorable

Of course, everything tasted better because it was tiny and adorable

Also, because we were listening to live harp music:

This was after he left. We were right next to him so I didn't want to spook him by taking his picture while he was playing

This was after he left. We were right next to him so I didn’t want to spook him by taking his picture while he was playing

You haven’t experienced true fanciness until you’ve had afternoon tea while listening to a guy play Billy Joel on the harp. Just putting that out there right now.

In conclusion, Steven got sloshed, I nearly swooned from joy, and you should probably visit ASAP so we can do it again together.

Closet Archeology

While foraging in the depths of one of our closets, I came across an entire box full of pictures from a past age. Specifically, 2001-2003.

Spirit week at school!! I was clearly the most spirited.

Spirit week at school!! I was clearly the most spirited.

Our mascot was the green devils. I wasn’t just randomly experimenting with facial hair.

My book being published!!

My book being published!!

It was a big day.

There's me holding sixteen pages of my book on one sheet

There’s me holding sixteen pages of my book on one sheet

Homecoming!! lol look how hollywood has fooled me into thinking it will be fun

Homecoming!! lol look how hollywood has fooled me into thinking it will be fun

SOON YOU WILL LEARN, Past Patricia. Soon.

Tea!

Tea!

A lot of these pictures showcase that I was really way too serious for my own good

A lot of these pictures showcase that I was really way too serious for my own good

... most of the time

… most of the time

The harsh North Dakota winter shouldn't stop you from asserting your dominance over stupid brothers

The harsh North Dakota winter shouldn’t stop you from asserting your dominance over stupid brothers

Also, hey, they weren't ALL of me

Also, hey, they weren’t ALL of me

Just most of them

Just most of them

This was the only one of me writing, which is kind of silly, since it was definitely what I was doing 70% of the time

This was the only one of me writing, which is kind of silly, since it was definitely what I was doing 70% of the time

In conclusion, I've always been kind of awesome and stupid and amazing

In conclusion, I’ve always been kind of awesome and stupid and amazing

Finding Percy Wren

At this point I’ve written four books about Percy Wren, who’s gotten “Isn’t that a boy’s name?” so many times that she doesn’t even hear you anymore. Just to be clear: I am not Percy Wren. She’s braver, better at driving (and driving recklessly), far less anxiety-ridden, and deals with her problems in unhealthy ways that I never would. But we do have a lot of things in common. We’re both allergic to cats, because the world needs to know more about that battle. We both have sassy cars named Trixie because Trixie’s awesomeness transcends dimensions largely out of my control. And we’re both from small town coastal Florida.

If you ask me about that, I would probably tell you it was entirely motivated by laziness. I know exactly what it’s like to grow up in small town coastal Florida, and I’m already doing research on so many other things, that I’d rather give myself one easy setting. And that’s definitely true, and certainly saved me a lot of time. But, as my parents retire and plan to move away, I’ve realized it’s something else too. This quote from my favorite book, The True Meaning of Smekday, does a good job of explaining:

Arizona would always be one of our places now. It would be on the list of things we own in our heads. Don’t we all have this list? It’s like, everything that secretly belongs to us–a favorite color, or springtime, or a house we don’t live in anymore.

I think about this a lot, how even the most inconsequential-seeming parking lot or street is, to someone, one of their places. A setting they are so familiar with that their mind goes back there without even trying. Something they own, in their heart, through built-up memories and time and maybe affection, but maybe not. Everyone knows that certain places have meaning for them: the spot where your boyfriend proposed, the house you grew up in, your favorite restaurant. But I think there are other places that are important to us too, even though they lack these momentous events that make us realize it. Maybe it’s just the route you walked to school everyday, a tree in your neighborhood that’s been there as long as you can remember, a creepy half-built neighborhood that isn’t even there anymore, but left an indelible impression on your memory.

These are the places we own in our minds, the places it’s easy to reach for in fiction because they mean something to us even if we don’t realize it. Some writers set their works in wild and beautiful locales where the breathtaking scenery is almost a character in its own right. But I would say that it’s no less true, no less moving to set your scene in suburbia, a public library, a mall bathroom. They’re someone’s places, after all. Not all of us grew up amidst wild and untamed scenery. Some of us rode our bikes to school and hung out at the mall. It’s just as valid and just as real.

So, knowing that it might be one of my last chances to really go “home”, last time I visited my parents in Florida I tried to find all the places I secretly own. Places that came out in my writing whether through laziness or personal significance. Places that Percy Wren and I share. This is probably as close as we can come to actually finding Percy Wren.

Percy’s Neighborhood

This setting is definitely the most vivid. When I read the first description of it to my mom, she said she knew exactly where I meant. When we took these pictures, she drove there without any direction. Here’s how it’s described in the first book, The Untraceable Percy Wren:

In some other neighborhood, you’d probably have to worry about that—leaving your bike out all night in some vacant lot. But not mine. There’s never anyone around in mine. It’s big; it was supposed to be a fancy new development. They bought some old family orange grove and bulldozed it, reclaimed some other land from the swamp. The stucco wall around the outside and the streetlights were about the only things they had time to put up before they ran out of money. Our house is one of the few actually completed. The rest of the space is empty lots, some with concrete foundation already laid down, others with empty wood frames and plastic sheeting like sad ghosts. Every morning I ride out through a pointless expanse of little curvy streets, twisting away past nothing, and every night I ride home under the glow of hundreds of lonely streetlights, illuminating the emptiness. I don’t know why they did all the streets and lights before anything else, but it’s creepy, looking out my bedroom window, especially when a fog comes in off the sea. It’s like a long trail of ghost lights, twisting off into the darkness.

In the real world, in Seminole, there was a family orange grove bulldozed to make way for a fancy new development. And for the longest time, it was a big swath of emptiness inhabited only by twisty roads and streetlights. I don’t know how often I drove by those streetlights in the dark, illuminating nothing, but it didn’t have to be many to make a lasting impression. Now, though, the development is almost complete:

Although there are still some empty lots

Although there are still some empty lots

The houses there are huge and packed really close together, basically a testament to the housing bubble. Like people that rich want to live in Seminole? I was able to find a few empty lots to take appropriate pictures:

One of the streetlights, a lot less creepy now that there are actual houses

One of the streetlights, a lot less creepy now that there are actual houses

The stucco wall separates the housing development from the bike trail

The stucco wall separates the housing development from the bike trail

In the book, it's a bayou behind the wall behind Percy's house

In the book, it’s a bayou behind the wall behind Percy’s house

Even though the neighborhood is fancy and finished, there are still places to find alligators

Even though the neighborhood is fancy and finished, there are still places to find alligators

The Bike Trail

In The Untraceable Percy Wren, Percy is riding her bike just everywhere, since she’s still 14-15 and lacks a car. She rides it to school:

It was a huge let down the next day, to ride my bike to school and sit through a math test. Who can think about logarithms when the world is so huge and interesting?

She rides it for work:

I was just unloading the very last delivery: a Siberian tiger rug. I’d spent most of the ride with it peering out of my bike basket at me accusingly. I wasn’t sure if it was real or not and had decided not to ask.

And pretty much any other time she needs to jaunt around town/the world:

I was riding my bike to the library—the actual library. I had to study for exams.

All this bike riding comes naturally, because I grew up with a kickass bike trail spanning the entire county:

It goes through parks

It goes through parks

Past the back of random neighborhoods

Past the back of random neighborhoods

With big bridges over major roads

With big bridges over major roads

You really can get anywhere in the county on a bike. Of course, since Percy can see the shortcuts scattered about the world, she’s not just limited to the county:

It was possible, if I squinted my eyes right and concentrated, for me to not see the shortcuts. Otherwise I would end up in Mongolia every time I took the pedestrian overpass above the highway.

Here’s that overpass:

Unfortunately, I'm not Percy Wren, so no Mongolia in sight

Unfortunately, I’m not Percy Wren, so no Mongolia in sight

School

Very few scenes actually take place in Percy’s school, but one thing we know about it is that it’s haunted:

The school’s resident ghost wafted above me in the air current from the vent in the ceiling. She didn’t even bother to reenact her suicide for the 181st time, for which I was grateful. It had been so hard to concentrate the first week of school with her hanging from a spectral noose everywhere I looked. I think maybe she was just excited to meet me—I’m the only one who can see her, as far as I know. But now that I was over jumping and cringing away every time I saw her, she’d settled down to a more sedate, atmospheric kind of haunting.

There’s a little more detail about this ghost given in a short story at the end of the second book (titled by Percy “The Unquiet Dead or Percy Thanklessly Saves the Day Again Because She’s Awesome”):

The oldest ghosts faded away until almost nothing was left but a cold spot, or just a strange feeling. There had been one in my high school that looked just like a student, albeit with old-fashioned 1920s clothes. She used to follow me around and reenact hanging herself at me, since I was the only one who could see her.

Percy’s school can be haunted by a student from the 1920s, because my high school totally was that old. And, according to legend, that haunted:

Also, it has bell towers

Also, it has bell towers

St. Petersburg High School was built to look like a Spanish manor, with interior courtyards and breezy outdoor hallways perfect for pre-air-conditioning Florida:

Percy's school also has courtyards

Percy’s school also has courtyards

Why was I sitting in a school courtyard eating a sandwich when I should be out looking for her?

And, really, how can this school not be haunted:

Creepy early morning pictures courtesy of my mom, who teaches there

Creepy early morning pictures courtesy of my mom, who teaches there

These stairs always smelled like humidity and ghosts

These stairs always smelled like humidity and ghosts

Two levels of outdoor hallways, taken from the courtyard

Two levels of outdoor hallways, taken from the courtyard

And fancy light fixture by the main doors

And fancy light fixture by the main doors

And this bitchin side door, which actually makes an appearance:

And this bitchin side door, which actually makes an appearance:

But the next day was Monday and so I had a full day of school to dwell on it before I needed to figure that out. Or so I thought. I was walking into school when I noticed a tall man in a suit standing in the shadows near a side door.

The Swamp

Florida is a huge swamp. They try to trick you by paving over parts of it, but nature is having none of that nonsense. It comes up in the book multiple times:

I couldn’t hear anything. Not the chirping of the katydids, the buzzing mosquitoes, the squawking swamp birds or the faint hum of cars on the road outside the neighborhood.

I took this at Millennium Park, near where I grew up, but it might be anywhere where Florida is just let alone to be Florida

I took this at Millennium Park, near where I grew up, but it might be anywhere where Florida is just let alone to be Florida

“It was perfect,” I said, despite the sweat trickling down the back of my neck and the promise of a hot, air-conditioningless night listening to the song of the swamp through my open window.

And you better believe I know the misery that is Florida when your AC is broken

And you better believe I know the misery that is Florida when your AC is broken

[At the hospital,] She pulled around to the back, where she knew there was a small terrace that looked out on a swamp. It may have been an uninspired view of scrubby bushes and brackish water that always gave off an unpleasantly organic scent, but it was still a nice change from the antiseptic smell and the fluorescent lights inside.

In Florida, everything overlooks the swamp, sooner or later

In Florida, everything overlooks the swamp, sooner or later

The Beach

Percy Wren and I definitely share an affinity for the beach. I don’t particularly like the beach–I burn instantly and sand feels dirty and gross. But I still have to go sometimes, just to see it. Percy does too:

She walked the way she had the last time she’d been here, towards the sea. She missed it when she didn’t see it for a while. The sound of the waves would fill her dreams, and she would take a detour the next day to some spot and just look out at the wide, blue expanse, like a bit of the sky trapped on earth.

This is the one near my parents' new apartment

This is the one near my parents’ new apartment

My favorite beaches are the kind in national parks like Ft. De Soto or the Pensacola National Seashore that don’t feel so touristy and tacky:

I was pretty experienced with beaches, of course, having one a short bike ride from my house, but it was strange to be on one so empty. Sometimes I imagined I’d traveled back in time, to a beach before we’d covered it with pastel hotels and t-shirt shops. It was peaceful, and the sea and sky seemed to fill the whole world.

Rita’s Italian Ice

Rita’s Italian Ice was THE place for drama in middle school:

You can smell the angst

You can smell the angst

It had a prime location, across the street from a middle and high school and on the way to the beach. Every time I come across a Rita’s that’s not a little shack with no indoors, I don’t know what to do. It’s obviously the place where the teen drama goes down in Percy Wren’s town too:

Gossiping with my French partner, Shae, about who had come back from vacation dating and who had been at the center of dramatic public breakups at the Italian ice stand on the beach.

He was smiling at me in a friendly way. If it had been my normal life, and he was just some guy at Rita’s Italian Ice, I probably would’ve swooned.

It’s real.

The Park

Percy no longer lives in Florida after The Untraceable Percy Wren, but the third book in the series, Revengeance does feature a pretty big scene at a park there:

He was waiting for them under a shelter with rows of picnic tables underneath. The rain was coming down in torrents, blown almost sideways by the wind. But after you hunched your back towards it, it would quickly change direction so it always seemed to be pelting you in the face. The world all around them was an indistinct, hazy gray. The children’s playground nearby was almost completely invisible in the downpour, except for some vague, somehow ominous shapes, like beasts in the mist.

This is that exact shelter, right by a playground and the water

This is that exact shelter, right by a playground and the water

Of course, I visited on a much more pleasant day where everything wasn’t flooding catastrophically.

Percy tried to shoo an egret off the driver’s side mirror, and it snapped at her, long neck darting out like a snake. She opened the door and slipped in as quickly as possible…
“There are far too many alligators here,” Silas remarked as she piloted the floating car around submerged trees in the rushing floodwaters. “And that picnic shelter was destroyed by some kind of wave. I don’t know how you survived here to grow up.”
“Swimming lessons,” she replied easily.

It's true, everyone who lives here was on a swim team at least once

It’s true, everyone who lives here was on a swim team at least once

The Library

Percy and I have pretty different opinions about the library:

I tried my old standby of “I have to go to the library… for homework.” But then my dad offered to drive me! So I actually had to go to the actual library. It was terrible.

Where as I, of course, spent a lot of years working at this one:

Don't listen to Percy; it wasn't so terrible

Don’t listen to Percy; it wasn’t so terrible

The Mall Bathroom

I told you I tried to go to every place specifically mentioned in my books:

At the mall near my house, if I opened the second stall in the ladies’ restroom, I would be met with a wall of water and some fish lazing around a coral reef. I reached out to poke it the first time I saw it, but, of course, it was cold and wet. I wondered if the fish ever got confused and ended up flopping around on the tile floor for a fed-up janitor to find. Probably not. Fish couldn’t see the shortcuts, same as anyone who went into the bathroom. No one avoided that stall but me. It was possible, if I squinted my eyes right and concentrated, for me to not see the shortcuts. Otherwise I would end up in Mongolia every time I took the pedestrian overpass above the highway. But no bathroom trip should carry the risk of a watery grave, so I generally just waited till another stall was free.

Mall bathroom photoshoot!

Mall bathroom photoshoot!

Don’t be jealous of how much fun I am to hang out with.

Science Museum Scavenger Hunt

This happened back in February so I don’t know why I’m only talking about it now. Maybe because none of the pictures look that great due to me being completely unable to make normal expressions in selfies. It’s a curse. Anyway, I wrote this scavenger hunt for the science museum:

I don't know how you visit museums, but it's probably way less fun

I don’t know how you visit museums, but it’s probably way less fun

Scavenger hunt completion depended on taking a selfie with all the things listed. I know it was a little unfair, since I wrote the hunt in the first place, but I totally won. Here’s how:

#1: T-Rex Head!

#1: T-Rex Head!

You can tell it is the past because of my hair: both its color and the fact that I haven’t chopped it all off yet.

#2: A live animal

#2: A live animal

There is totally a fish back there. It was harder than it looks to maneuver some of these things into a selfie with you.

#3: A dead animal

#3: A dead animal

That’s a taxidermied bird if you can’t tell.

#4: Something in the gift shop you wanted as a kid

#4: Something in the gift shop you wanted as a kid

Leopard shark whatttt yes! I still want this.

#5: A museum employee

#5: A museum employee

This was definitely the most difficult item to get. For Rob because he fears strangers and for Rachel because guys who work at museum cafes hate their lives. Steven and I lucked out and met awesome people, though!

#6: A butterfly

#6: A butterfly

The butterfly dome was super hot and I got sick of trying to get a live one to land on me. Butterflies don’t know anything about selfies.

#7: Something trying too hard to make learning fun

#7: Something trying too hard to make learning fun

This was probably the hardest picture for me to finagle my way into.

#8: Something that terrifies you

#8: Something that terrifies you

That’s my scared face

#9: North Carolina

#9: North Carolina

This was probably the easiest one. North Carolina is everywhere in the North Carolina Science Museum. Of course I went for the biggest one.

#10: A sea creature

#10: A sea creature

I have no idea what this expression means.

#11: Something purple

#11: Something purple

Rob and I both spotted this purple thing at the same time, but I was faster/more willing to elbow children out of the way.

#12: A globe

#12: A globe

Another easy one

#13: Where you would sleep if you were secretly living in the museum

#13: Where you would sleep if you were secretly living in the museum

This is a tunnel showing you the ~underwater world~ of prehistoric North Carolina. It would of course be the coolest place to sleep if you were Mixed Up Files of Basil E. Frankweilering it

#14: Something you want to steal

#14: Something you want to steal

Giant ground sloths are my favorite prehistoric creature!! But I promise not to really steal them, NC Museum of Science. I know that’s been going around lately.

#15: Creepy child statues

#15: Creepy child statues

There are actually more than one set of creepy child statues in this museum.

#16: A map of North Carolina highlighting where we live

#16: A map of North Carolina highlighting where we live

This one probably got me the most stares from other museum-goers. Probably just jealous they weren’t having this much fun

#17: ROCKS ROCKS ROCKS

#17: ROCKS ROCKS ROCKS

If you’ve ever been to the geology section of the NC Science Museum, that expression makes total sense

#18: Someone else doing this scavenger hunt!

#18: Someone else doing this scavenger hunt!

Rob was unaware I had taken this picture somehow. SCAVENGER HUNT NINJA!

I’m excited to write one for the history and/or art museums! Just one more reason to come visit me.

My Birthday 2014!!!!

As you know (because I won’t shut up about it), last week was my birthday!! Steven has a history of really good presents, and also being really bad at keeping secrets, but this year he was a pro at not responding to my expert wheedling. I’m glad he didn’t because my birthday present was a complete surprise and completely awesome!!

We went to the Umstead, which is the only 5-star hotel in North Carolina! Also, it’s four minutes from my apartment! Unfortunately, I didn’t take a lot of pictures because I was too busy pretending to be ~fancy~, but here are some that I did manage:

Berries and cream, the best breakfast!!!!

Berries and cream, the best breakfast!!!!

Pre-lunch spread, with bread basket, Steven's fancy bloody mary, and smoothie shots!

Pre-lunch spread, with bread basket, Steven’s fancy bloody mary, and smoothie shots!

Ice cream sampler!!

Ice cream sampler!!

This sand dollar plate was crazy cool!

Steven!!!

Steven!!!

This ridiculous bathtub!!!!

This ridiculous bathtub!!!!

You know I love taking ridiculous baths while reading magazines. PERFECT BIRTHDAY!

Nice lake out back!

Nice lake out back!

You can walk around the short trail around the water, which has little informational signs about the birds, plants, and other animals around. There were a bunch of turtles chilling in the water!

One thing they have that I definitely want to try some day is a fancy afternoon tea with a live harpist! Steven doesn’t like tea, so someone who does should visit me ASAP to try this out. I am super curious! Plus, tiny sandwiches taste better than regular kind. FACT.

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