Typing this from the Sleep Inn on Market Street in Wilmington, NC. Sara and I got here about 1 this afternoon, and after checking in, departed for Topsail Beach and Surf City, about 30 miles north. We hung out there for a couple of hours, enjoying the sun (the weather was variable throughout the day) before departing for the return to Wilmington.
We stopped at Hamburger Joe's for an early supper; I had burgers, Sara had wings, we both had onion rings. Verdict: too noisy (rock music on the PA system), the onion rings were rather skimpy on onions, and the soap in the men's room resembled semen.
After a return to the hotel, we went in search of an ice cream parlor and a place to drop a Message In A Bottle. The fishing pier at Kure Beach sufficed for the bottle, and it was last seen floating north-northeast. We stopped at a Lowe's Foods for ice cream, Haagen-Dazs Lemon sorbet for me and some sort of Ben & Jerry's thing for Sara.
Because of music and air conditioning in the car, we had trouble hearing each other occasionally; when I pointed out a bar called "Boar's Breath Saloon," Sara misheard it as whore's breath, and when she commented about "boiled peanuts" I thought she said bull penis. Much hilarity ensued, as might be expected.
So, sleep time. More tommorrow, hopefully.
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