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September 02, 2008
I Wanna Be Haunted by the Ghost...
Matt and I are heading up to Estes Park on Thursday for a night's stay at The Stanley Hotel (cue: ooooheewooo and other ghostly noises). This is the hotel that a. inspired The Shining (and shows an uncut loop of it on all the hotel TV's at all times to satisfy guests' repeated pleas for "MORE SCATMAN CROTHERS!" ) and b. has a starring role in Dumb and Dumber. Friends of mine who've stayed there saw and heard some weird-ass shit, (including a TV blaring all night long in the unoccupied room next to them), but this tidbit from Wikipedia might take the cake:
In 2006, a guest attending her sister's wedding (held in the Music Room) had an unearthly and unexplained encounter. During the wedding reception, she went upstairs to the Bride and Groom's suite and -- as a joke -- wrote "RED RUM" on the bathroom mirror in lipstick. (Funny! - Ed.) Returning downstairs, walking down the grand staircase leading to the lobby, she felt a distinct shove on her lower back, lost her footing, and fell eight steps landing face down on the wood floor below. After being helped to her feet, she looked behind her to see who did it, and no one was there. Members of a tour group in the lobby who witnessed her fall also saw no one behind her on the staircase.
I plan on washing down several Xanax with a flask of scotch to get through the night. This shouldn't be hard to accomplish, seeing as we'll be in town for the annual Long's Peak Scottish/Irish Highland Festival, Inc.:
There will be pipers piping and drummers drumming, kilts and plumed bonnets, brave steeds bearing medieval jousters in combat, caber, stone and hammer throwing athletes...The dogs indigenous to the British Isles will win your hearts and tempt you to add a "family member". Fine merchants and talented crafters with exotic Celtic merchandise, beautiful clothing, exquisite jewelry, fascinating heraldry histories, and art in all its many guises will satisfy the most ardent souvenir collector... Hungry, are you? Then the Festival is a haven of the familiar American foods and Celtic specialties-turkey legs, hamburgers, ice cream, Scotch, beer, haggis, meat pies, funnel cakes and much, much more!
More info on the Stanley here. More info on haggis here. And, on a personal note, I'd just like to add that I offered my brutally hungover boyfriend $100 to eat a plate of haggis in Scotland in the late '90s and he refused. That's all.
Posted by Bree at September 2, 2008 01:24 PM
Comments
Why you did not bold "funnel cakes," I'll never know.
Have fun & survive!
Posted by: Jessica at September 2, 2008 03:20 PM
Just like to keep 'em on their 'oes.
Funnel cakes (or the east coast version, which is the infinitely better fried dough) is the entire reason I ski. They had them at the lodge at Jiminy Peak growing up; cause enough to risk life and limb on -20 degree days. In Colorado, I must satisfy myself with Tuaca and Rice Krispie squares...really not the same.
Posted by: Bree at September 3, 2008 12:28 PM