Paul and I kicked off this past weekend by finally using my Groupon for Kentuck Knob, which was basically a pretty solid two-for-one deal. Kentuck Knob is one of two local Frank Lloyd Wright houses–the other being Fallingwater–and while they both tend to be quintessential field-trip fodder around here, I somehow missed out on both of them. I went to Fallingwater once in college with Marion when we discovered neither of us had been, and I’ve been meaning to make it to Kentuck Knob ever since. I’ve been meaning to take Paul to Fallingwater since we started dating since he’s never been, either, and it’s the kind of house he’d love.
Fallingwater is definitely my favorite of the two, because duh it has a fucking waterfall in it, but Kentuck Knob is still really pretty and great to visit. I’m not super into architecture, but I’m definitely a Frank Lloyd Wright fan. I like his ideas of incorporating nature into the house, as well as his use of space. Our tour guide mentioned that he disliked attics and basements because he felt they promoted clutter, which I do agree with, however essential they both seem to be.
Frank Lloyd Wright also sounds like he would’ve been extremely difficult to work with, but when the end product is such a damn gorgeous house, it would be worth suffering through.
Our original plan was to go for a walk in the mountains after our tour, but it was a pretty shitty day in the mountains. The drive up was really foggy–though not as bad as it was the day we went rappelling–and it rained the whole time and was kind of chilly. It didn’t dampen the tour too much, and it was worth powering through anyway, but it did shoot down the possibility of an Ohiopyle hike. So we went to breakfast and lounged instead, then got takeout from Fiesta Azteca while we hung out at my parents’ house later. He asked me to hang out with him at his parents’ place and even though his mother was just fine the last time I saw her, my boycott continues and I won’t be lured into a false sense of security. Plus I’m pretty sure she’s just the type of person that’s best handled in small doses anyway.
Paul being relatively close to good ol’ Fayettenam means I’m now more inclined to truck it out to his place instead of crashing at my parents’ when I’m in for the weekend, which is kind of nice. So I spent the night there Saturday and didn’t feel like doing a damn thing Sunday morning, so I got Paul to stay in bed with me just about as long as possible. Full disclosure: “as long as possible” was basically “until he had to go buy condoms.”
After that, we took advantage of our one real chance to make it to the Renaissance festival, as we’re going to Gettysburg this weekend and I’m seeing Erasure next weekend while he runs off to State College. With any luck, we’ll find a way to cram Shakespeare in the Park into that, but I’m not counting on it.
I fell in love with Renfest last year, somewhat surprising myself. It was one of those things that I’d been wanting to check out, and then I discovered I’m a big fan of jousting and the whole general atmosphere. Our first order of business was to eat, and then we walked around and bought some stuff, caught a little show, and I got a henna tattoo all over my hand. Some of it smudged overnight thanks to my hand sweating because I wrapped it to protect the henna as long as possible, but otherwise, it’s a really cool crescent and star with swirls up my fingers and random little stars on my hand. I’m hoping the smudges fade first and leave the badass design behind–especially considering the swirls on my fingers are pretty dark.
I also discovered I find glass blowing fascinated and could see myself taking it up as a hobby. And naturally, I bought an expensive hand-blown mug that’s really pretty and my new favorite cup.