Weekend Getaway in Nevada City
I’ve been doing some thinking and brainstorming about my blog and decided that I would like to include more fun stories, reviews, personal commentaries and anecdotes from my daily life. I don’t just want to beat the childfree thing to death. I know I just started out and the writing coach I hired a month ago told me that I need to stick to a theme. But maybe my theme is a lot more expandable. And it would nice for all of you to get to know me, right?
Well, we found a great deal on Amazon Local for a cute bed and breakfast in Nevada City, so we snagged it and booked the weekend getaway after my birthday. It got four star reviews, so we figured it must be decent. And the bonus was that we can bring (with an extra price of course) Timmy our pup. He isn’t really fond of riding at the foot of the passenger seat in my car and we devised a new way to situate him on his sleeping pad in the backseat instead. And of course he had to place his little head on the arm rest.
We seem to have really bad luck when it comes to planning getaway vacations and maybe in the future we should forgo them in November, my birthday month. Because of course we’ve had weeks and weeks of relentless sunshine and wa-la! This weekend of course there was rain. So that put a damper (haha) on our plans to go hiking. We did manage a quick walk on a trail before it became pitch black, but it was not fully satisfying for either Timmy or us.
It’s a Small World After All
The next morning, we ran into a mother and daughter duo at breakfast. They had olive skin and the mother smiled directly at me, ready to strike up a conversation. I learned that she lives in Citrus Heights, the town of my old Catholic grade school. Turns out that her daughter went to the same grade school, as well as the same all girls high school. What a coincidence. She began to name off teachers I would rather forget, but it was a fun, random kind of moment.
The town of Nevada City is pretty cute – almost looks a little Disneyland-esque with several small shops and lanes to fit only one car sometimes. During the weekend, my boyfriend ended up doing a magnificent turnaround on one of those streets because he found a parking spot on the side of the road. A police officer who was four cars behind pulled up to us and told us that would have been a four hundred-dollar ticket. My boyfriend just nodded and played the passive role and the policeman’s empty threat evaporated into thin air.
Outside, some of the local riff raff told him that it was a neat move. They were impressed with my boyfriend’s driving abilities, a la European style, something I could never carry out.
On Friday, after a meal that we could have cooked in our kitchen for a fraction of the price (I ended up with a baked potato and a simple salad – but the biscuits with maple butter were good), we entered a local bar that was supposedly going to have some live music. The instruments were all lined up there – something that looked like an electric banjo, drums, guitar and bass. The band came out and played one quick song that sounded a lot like Sublime and we danced out there on the floor, spinning in tune.
Turned out that was only the sound check.
Live it Up Like a Local
Meanwhile, a group of local rednecks were already drunk at the bar. It was barely nine-thirty by then. I don’t understand the appeal of getting completely wasted so early. Or at all for that matter. They were loud and obnoxious, bumping into us as we sat quietly on the bar stools. One guy was play acting that he was going to fight his buddy.
Another man came up to offer to take our photo with my new phone. I had this horrifying scene in my head of him dropping it.
Overall, I thought the town was nicely laid out, but I would never want to live in a place like that. I was probably the only non-white person there. Besides getting drunk every weekend, what are the other past times? Maybe buy some ammunition and go out for a little romp in the forest.
No thank you.
I’m glad to be home, on the comfort of our orange couch. Happily connected to my computer.