Recognize any of those kings? Are you done with all my references to royalty lately? Okay–sorry, but with this picture I just couldn’t resist bringing it back to last week. So can you guess what we did this past weekend? THE POLAR PLUNGE! That’s right–we jumped into freezing cold water for no reason at all. Can you pick out which one of the above is Mr. Bunches? Mr. Rockstar? Mr. Holoholo?
No? Well, that’s because we didn’t actually do it. Kind of like how we didn’t actually get a goat. Sorry. But, there was a lot of talk about doing it. See, the Polar Plunge takes place each year in Skaneateles, NY (pronounced skinny-atlas). It’s a great fundraiser and is one of the more exciting parts of Skaneateles’ Winter Fest. Last year they had to saw through 8 inches of ice just to make a hole for people to jump into. Not this year, though. Nope–no ice on the lake at all. So I’m guessing this year’s event was a little less dramatic. I’m only guessing because Mr. B and I didn’t make it into town quite in time to see it. But no worries–we got to see lots of other stuff. Er, well, mostly ice sculptures . . .
Oh, and donuts. Mmmm . . . donuts.
Okay, so the donuts aren’t actually a part of the Winter Fest, but rather they’re just a regularly scheduled part of Skaneateles. The Skaneateles Bakery to be exact.
Essentially, this is one of my dreams–Mr. Bunches and I move to a quaint little tourist town and open a fresh, local bakery. With homemade donuts. Lots and lots of donuts . . .
Oh, and wouldn’t you know it that the owners are two twenty-somethings that just moved to NY from Boston? I mean, c’mon! I know we’re not in our twenties anymore, but could they really be any more similar to us?! Not like I know them or anything, but in my mind they’re just like us, which means, by the transitive property, that Mr. B and I could definitely open a successful bakery. And yes, I said transitive property–take that fellow math geeks!
Okay, moving on. Besides eating donuts (clearly I have a one-track mind at the moment), we actually did some poking around the town . . . we ended up in a local antiques store where we found all manner of assorted old things. Like some gorgeous white stoneware that I almost purchased . . .
You know I love me some white stuff. But there were also gobs of cool storage crates . . .
Some super old milk containers . . .
A giant stoneware piece labeled “large coffee mug” although I’m pretty sure it’s an old bed pan (but don’t tell Mr. B) . . .
And of course your token barrel of incredibly old golf clubs. Seriously–who buys these things? Can you actually still play with them?
But despite all the goodies in the antiques store, we left empty-handed. I guess watching all those episodes of Hoarders has really curbed my appetite for “stuff”, eh? And apparently made me a bit Canadian.
Okay, so after poking around, it was time to meet up with some friends–the actual reason we made the trek to Skaneateles in the first place. Don’t get me wrong–we love a good excuse to go to the Finger Lakes, but the best excuse of all is when you’re going to spend quality time with the Rockstars, Holoholos, and the newest couple to the blog . . . Clark and Ellen. They all were staying at the adorable Sherwood Inn . . .
I mean really–could it possibly ooze any more charm? Well, the answer is yes. Just go inside and be greeted by a roaring fireplace and this gingerbread house and you’ll know what I mean.
Methinks someone had a little too much time on their hands, no?
We didn’t book our trip in time to stay at the Sherwood, but we did manage to snag ourselves a room at the only-slightly-less-quaint Skaneateles Boutique Hotel.
It was actually quite lovely.
But getting back to the matter at hand. Drinking and dining with our friends. And what better place for both then at the Mirbeau Inn and Spa? FYI–be forewarned about clicking on that link as there’s some pretty get-in-the-mood music playing in the background. Bow-chickie-bow-wow. Mr. Rockstar, of course, picked out the Mirbeau as our destination; why? Well, because of the sample-your-way-silly wine bar:
Yes sir–it’s one of those wine bars where you hand over your credit card in exchange for a faux credit card (I’m guessing so that it makes you feel like you’re spending Monopoly money instead of the real thing) and then get to sample a whole assortment of wines by the glass, half glass, or 1 oz. taste. Best. Idea. Ever.
And just ‘cuz I’m curious–am I the only one that didn’t know that Dave Matthews now owns his own winery? Dreaming Tree Wines. Please tell me I’m not the only one living in a cave. Anyways–they obviously had some of DM’s wine on hand. Yum.
And what better way to enjoy wine then with some cheese. Lots and lots of cheese . . .
Mr. Rockstar couldn’t even wait long enough for me to snap a pic. I’m not sure I’ve ever met anyone who loves their wine and cheese more ;).
But the fun didn’t stop there. Nope–we enjoyed an amazing dinner. And dessert. It was so good, in fact, that I couldn’t even pause to take any pictures of it. So you’ll just have to trust me. Well, that, and this proof:
That was a PB&J dessert–a peanut butter mousse ball dipped in chocolate with a grape sauce and homemade marshmallows. Clearly, it was disgusting. But not as disgusting as Mrs. Holoholo’s dessert . . .
Yep, her combo banana bread carrot cake was really gross. Ick.
Clearly, we were all unhappy with our meals . . . can’t you just tell by the looks on our faces?
Oh and yes, I was there too. To prove it, I hopped in for the “crazy” picture. And apparently I’m oh-so-creative in that the only thing I could think of for crazy was rabbit ears. Seriously? Am I ten years old?
We really did have a great time though on our little weekend getaway. So thanks again to these fine couples for thinking to invite us along . . .
Maybe next year we’ll actually partake in the Polar Plunge? Who’s with us?