Well, another spring break at the Outer Banks has come and gone and I've traded cold, sunny Frisco for cold, rainy Richmond.
A few thoughts, observations, and experiences from the past week:
-My winterbeard is offically gone. Like usual, it was Fun With Facial Hair Week. I think my favorite temporary face covering were my kick-ass muttonchops:
My second favorite? "The Jemaine" sideburns that I was sporting (named after my favorite member of the Flight of the Conchords).
-I had absolutely no Sprint cell phone service down there and I didn't really mind one bit.
-Book count: 2 finished and 1 started
-Stuff I spent money on (excluding meals and beer):
A beer glass that reinforces my view of Cape Hatteras as the "Vegas of the Outer Banks", an Outer Banks Preservation Association t-shirt (because I'm down with the cause), a pound of chocolate-peanut butter swirl fudge, and a box of saltwater taffy. The first day there I found a great pair of cheap sunglasses, but they had been sold when I went to buy them a few days later.
-I still hate "New Country."
-If I were to open up a much-needed strip club in that area, I'd name it "Those Aren't Buoys", which would feature a "Motorboatin' Lounge." (I'm also reserving the name for my future beach house).
-Easter lasted all week. Unfortunately, none of the kids had a meltdown during the egg hunt.
-Capt. Morgan Tattoo is still on the market!
-All of the food was great, but my brother wins for cooking the best dinner. It was some Frenchy, er, "freedomy" chicken dish.
-I came very close to buying a pair of Crocs, as a store there had a "40% off" sale. Turns out that the discount only applied to their supply of Crocs in very gaudy colors, whereas I wanted a more formal black or navy blue. No dice.
-If a toddler is secured in a playpen, you can simply remove the barrier at the top of the stairs. There is no need to try to step over it while carrying 3 bottles of Red Stripe because you will most likely lose your balance, trip, and break one of the bottles of beer. Glass will fly all over the carpet, bruises will appear, and you'll look like an idiot in front of your family. Trust me on this one.
That's about it.