Tarrytown, Estate on the Hudson
For such a lovely place, this has been an interesting stay. I must completely change everything I was about to write as a clearly drunken male just ran down the hallway yelling "He's dead! He's dead!". Huh? Is this a cheap flop house by a truck stop? No, it's a 100+ year old lovely victorian estate on 24 acres sitting on the Hudson River. Big money. Old money. (hint hint Edwinna, Hudson RIVER). This sprawling property was built by a wealthy family in the day and has since been converted to a resort complex. There is lovely architecture and old photos on the walls. There are landscaped gardens with statues of Greek gods and goddesses, and a large balcony with a firepit overlooking the river.
We had a late dinner reservation at the wine cellar restaurant and although it was way overpriced, the food was done to perfection. I had a Biddy Royale to drink (cucumbers, mint, and champagne) and Deek had a martini. Came back to the room though at 9:45pm and found that neither room key was working. As someone who has travelled extensively for work, this is frankly, bullshit. I sat on the hallway floor while Deek went back to registration for a new key. As we finally went into our room, I saw a woman down the hall who was also sitting on the floor while her companion likewise went back for a new key. I trashed the place on TripAdvisor. For such a lovely historic estate there is really no excuse for making your paying guests have to sit on the floor.
Deek has fallen asleep after his nightly ritual of Civil War books and whiskey. Frankly, I can't sleep now as I am waiting for the police or EMTs to come knocking on that "He's dead" fellow's door. Is someone really dead? Is there a murder mystery theater going on? (that IS possible). ???
We had a late dinner reservation at the wine cellar restaurant and although it was way overpriced, the food was done to perfection. I had a Biddy Royale to drink (cucumbers, mint, and champagne) and Deek had a martini. Came back to the room though at 9:45pm and found that neither room key was working. As someone who has travelled extensively for work, this is frankly, bullshit. I sat on the hallway floor while Deek went back to registration for a new key. As we finally went into our room, I saw a woman down the hall who was also sitting on the floor while her companion likewise went back for a new key. I trashed the place on TripAdvisor. For such a lovely historic estate there is really no excuse for making your paying guests have to sit on the floor.
Deek has fallen asleep after his nightly ritual of Civil War books and whiskey. Frankly, I can't sleep now as I am waiting for the police or EMTs to come knocking on that "He's dead" fellow's door. Is someone really dead? Is there a murder mystery theater going on? (that IS possible). ???
This is a memorial to Flight 11 from 911, which passed over this area.
Civil War and whiskey. He also wanted to watch a prison movie, which was vetoed under the principle of Happy Wife, Good Life.
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