Because you know I love hippies. I wish I WAS a hippie myself, but in more than very small doses, patchoulli gives me migraines. Sad, but true.
Also sad? Turns out, those Asheville hippies are some crazy, crazy THIEVES! Seriously! When we went there a few years ago, I got pick-pocketed at a really cool beer pub. This time, less than 24 hours after arriving, my super-duper, snazzy, totally cool road bike got stolen.
There aren't enough exclamation points to express my ire. Dude, I loved that bike. Todd gae me that bike. On that bike, I learned how to ride in clips, and I learned how to ride up hills, and I learned to actually enjoy riding.
The crazy ironic kicker? My super-duper, snazzy, totally cool road bike was stolen while we were in Wal-mart. For ten minutes. Buying . . . wait for it . . . BIKE LOCKS.
I shit you not.
Well, the vacation got better after that. But MAN, do I wish I till had my bike.
As a postcript to this sad little vacation report, I feel compelled to tell you that I read a really good book while we were away. Gone Girl, by Gillian Flynn, was a great creepy mystery about a married couple -- she disappears and he becomes the prime suspect in her murder. I know, that sounds like something you've probably read before, but it totally isn't. It was all dark and twisty and turny and it surprised me. I recommend.
And also, I saw a great movie, Safety Not Guaranteed. It was one of those quirky little indie flicks about a guy who puts an ad in the paper for someone to time travel with him, and three journalists who try to write a story about him. It suprised me, too, in a good way. It won't change your life, but it will make you smile. And, bonus -- the cute dude from New Girl is in it. (And you should totally be watching that show, by the way.)