This past Saturday we hopped on the glorious Metro North and went upstate. But just a bit. About 30 minutes outside the city lies a legendary town known as Sleepy Hollow.
When we set out on this journey, I thought we were going to an apple orchard for fall fun. You know, I like to do what I want to do. It wasn’t until we were in Sleepy Hollow that I was told what we were doing. If you know me, you know I like to know what the hell is going on. If you know my boyfriend, you know he likes to be spontaneous. We’re pretty much the exact same person, aside from this one ginormous difference.
So after a long ass walk up a big ass hill we arrived in the quaint town of Sleepy Hollow, New York.
Obviously, as a town, they are apeshit for Halloween so it was definitely fun to see all the decorations. They had scarecrows on every corner and Jack in the main little square area. There was a haunted house that seemed more than legit. Obviously we did not go to said haunted house for fear I’d pee my pants and then follow it up with an aneurism.
The town and cemetery were quite idyllic especially with all of the foliage changing. It was really beautiful and serene in the garden of death. If you go here you need to know that the maps they hand out may as well be written in Chinese because that’s how helpful they are. We wandered around that place looking for freaking Andrew Carnegie for what seemed like forever. And when we found Elizabeth Arden, she wasn’t even there. Like…she had no marker. So I call bullshit. However, the Queen of Mean is buried there in the most extravagant mausoleum I ever did see. Obviously, I paid homage.
What did you do this past weekend?