Charlottesville, Virginia….home of Dave Matthews, hippies, the cavaliers of UVA, and Nathaniel and Brett Baker (our hosts). When we arrived, the Bakers had quite a difficult task of raising the spirits of two weary travelers….for you see…..Jeff and I had just journeyed from Northern Virginia with our eyes set on ONE goal……and that holy grail was called THE BAVARIAN CAFÉ. An authentic Bavarian eatery that served sausages, puff pastries, and sausage filled puff pastries. Located 18 miles out of Charlottesville in the middle of BFE, Va seemed the perfect stop for authentic Bavarian fare. Minutes before our arrival one could wipe the sweat off my brow and drool from my mouth in anticipation of this glorious meal….but…..as we entered the parking lot, we were met by a horrific sight that still conjures up a physical reaction of rage and disgust as I type this post. BAVARIAN CAFÉ was CLOSED on Tuesdays!!!!! NOOOO…Jeff and I let out a long scream that eventually landed on the same pitch. I feel like we have synced cycles since we are in the same car…much like ladies and their periods…..so first off, I would like to thank Nathaniel and Brett for immediately cheering up two very disappointed souls.
Great house, great backyard, great conversation, and great baby-eating puppy named Turk. We took Turk to the Downtown Mall for some exercise and good old fashioned baby eating. He is still a fun loving puppy and was approached by a father that clearly wanted to sacrifice his child in an effort to assimilate his baby into dog culture. The father left said baby to Turk’s disposal and as the baby shat and peed in fear…Daddy Dearest assured the child that Turk was giving love kisses and not sizing up his next baby delicacy. Honestly, it was so great to see Nathaniel and Brett and even Charlottesville for that matter. I didn’t often venture to this town from JMU, but it still has an air of familiarity and peaceful vibe that I truly enjoy.
The Bakers have lived here for a few months and are already friendly with all of their neighbors….am I an unapproachable and pretentious bastard? I don’t know any of my neighbors and we live in the same building. I know one girl on the 4th floor of the building because she was locked out and needed to charge her phone. I later found out that she was a stripper at SCORES and now she pretends to not know who I am when we pass each other on our block…or when I see her in da club.
After dinner at a great brewery, we went back to the Bakery (cute name Brett calls their house, yet I can‘t say I wasn‘t slightly excited that we might be going somewhere to get pastries…) We talked, enjoyed wine, and ended up watching their amazing wedding video since I was unable to attend this past January. Sitting there watching those two, being in their home, appreciating their hospitality, loving their baby-eating puppy…I definitely got teary eyed. I think that this road trip is already proving to me exactly how lucky I am that I have accumulated some of the most generous and loving friends through the years, who just happen to be overall great people.
This morning we are finishing our posts and prepping for the trip to JMU and some wineries along the way. Jeff is currently going for a run….I asked him what that is. I remember I did a push up once in 2005 and it did not end well, so instead of a “run” I will be sitting on this back porch and soaking up this view and deafening silence as I read my celebrity blogs and Degrassi forums. More to come soon.
-MIKE
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