Welcome to Chateau Gahan

We started calling our home Chateau Gahan when my dearest dearest girlfriend Lisa was living in Chicago and traveled to Atlanta on business every other month or so for a few days. She would always stay with us, and we had a room set up for her (alas, she has a different job now that means no trips to Atlanta, so the room has become our rumpus room). She's the type of houseguest who totally understands how to be a good guest. She has a key to our place and so would let herself in, usually arriving on an afternoon flight. Then when I'd get home from work, she'd be there with a glass of wine waiting so that the two of us could relax and catch up. She is, without a doubt, the most low maintenance houseguest you could ever wish for.

Since our place was sorta her Atlanta hotel, we just naturally gave it a name. Have no idea why we landed on this one, but I guarantee it was hatched on one of those evenings with a bottle of wine.

Here's the front door of Chateau Gahan welcoming Spring.