So for Thanksgiving we went up to the Indian reservation at Cherokee. It was a pretty straight shot. Take 85 south for like fifteen minutes, hit Shelby (which answered my questions on just how far away the town was... I had previously thought I could get there in 40 minutes. It took me 25 and that's only because there was a traffic jam that hemmed us up for about five minutes. I was just curious.) and then take highway 74 over hill and dale and up the mountain. Three hours tops. And that was with the rain sleet on the bottom of the mountain and the driving snow going up the mountain.
Cherokee is a very quaint place and usually when I say quaint I mean let me out and I never want to go again but I had a good time. It's nestled into the mountains and a river runs through it. When I woke up Thanksgiving morning and actually left the room Thanksgiving afternoon (Yes, we were that lazy) I stood in the parking lot and looked at the mountains and was just in awe! I've always loved the mountains. They are so majestic. I do not always driving into said mountains but I love the mountains.
We got up there Wednesday afternoon and after a brief nap for my mom we went to the casino. I can honestly say that the slots at Harrah's Cherokee are tight. Like tighter than a virgin's knees on her wedding night... But whatever. The whole point of gambling is to pretty much be dazzled by the bright lights enough to put bill after bill in and let it gobble it up. Not mad.
Came back and decided to sight see a little bit. One problem with that. It was nine at night and in Cherokee, nine at night means all closed up. No lights, no nothing. It also means the locals drive as fast as they want to and up on your tail because they assume that no non local would be out trying to see what there was around at that time a night. After we found someplace to turn around, we went back to the hotel.
Thanksgiving morning we work up, we dozed, we re-woke up and lounged around until at least one when we decided it would be a good time to go and see what the reservation had to offer. The simple answer to that question: Not a doggone thing but it was a fun drive!! We went in all the directions including the ones we went the night before and discovered that there was stuff out there, just the lights were all off and it was pitch black. Finally gave up sight seeing around 4 and headed back to the casino. Mommy played for a little bit; so did I. The machines were actually giving out money and then they went cold and took it back so we figured time to eat. We had two choices. The Chef's Stage Cafe or the Selu Garden Cafe, both of which were offering buffets for the holiday. We tried Chef Stage because it was the closest but the line was so long that it would have take about two hours to get in to get a seat. So I left Mommy at the line and went to see about theis Selu Garden. Well, no one knew it was there it seemd because there was no wait and I was able to make a reservation for twenty minutes from that time giving me plenty of time to walk back, get Mommy and walk slowly with her back to the restaurant.
I get back to her and there's this hella cute guy... well hella cute as for as African American men go. The kind that even women who aren't into Black guys can't ignore.... well he had a platinum card and he offered to get us into the chef stage immediately. (For those of you that are non casino savvy, a Platinum card is like the golden Ticket from Willy wonka. That ish gets you in! There have special parking and special lines just for them and they get preferred EVERYTHING Regular people wait in line and park in the nosebleed sections. Platinum member go right on through and park down where the spots are wide, it's enclosed, and heated. You get the picture...) We discussed it and Mommy decided Selu because it was cheaper. I tried not to broadcast it because I didn't want to hit a rush of people who decided to act on my discovery.
Anyway, food was excellent. Staff was friendly. If you ever find yourself at Harrah's Cherokee, I highly recommend the place. The walk from the casino offered a photo opportunity as well...
Met in interesting couple at dinner and spent probably an hour talking with them before we split up and went back to the casino. They've already decorated for Christmas (Something that usually annoys me this early but it looked nice there) so of course I had to get a few pics of Mommy and myself.
My mom is awesome! So we went down to do the slots some more and then I took her back to the hotel and I went out to the tribal movie theatre because they had Hunger Games 2 playing and the price I was told was $8.25 which is almost half what I would pay to get to see it here in Charlotte. I got there and the lady only charged me $5 bucks!!!! Awesome!!!! Cherokee Reservation, you rock my socks off! But not actually off cause it was freaking cold up the mountains!
Got to see my movie, came back to the hotel and warmed up.
Not a good sleeping night. I drank iced tea at dinner and neglected to watch the time so when I should hae been sleeping soundly, I was in and out thanks to my caffeine problem. No big, I was up at 8 and Hampton inns has wonderful coffee and breakfast if you get up. Well the coffee was awesome always because they ALWAYS have hot coffee waiting but breakfast is only until 10 and it was scrumptious!
Made it back down the mountain in a little under three hours. Driving a good speed is easy when there's no snow blowing in your face. It was sunny so we kinda flew down. Aside from the two very obvious State Trooper speed traps it was free road.
So now I'm home and it's all good. I'm about to leave here to go get my kids for the weekend in a few minutes. I would love nothing more than to leave them at their father's for the weekend but they don't have the clothes to stay and Sunday is First Sunday so they need to go to church for communion. I'm very big on Communion. I also get my son on the weekends now! Yay!!
So there's my Thanksgiving blog.
Thank you all for reading my blog over the last two days! You are awesome! Love you!!!
(I'm sitting here watching Mrs. Doubtfire and I'm listening to Robin Williams call Sally Field pretending to be all of those people. Sorta wondering how she can't tell all of them are his voice. He didn't really do anything but pitch his voice differently for each call.)
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