We’ve had this weekend on the books for some time, so there was no going back. Jason and I were to leave Thursday night, arriving in Durham around 10 p.m. Unfortunately Thursday was rainy, which meant all the commuters forgot how to drive. My homeward-bound commute took almost two hours, after which Jason and I had dinner, packed up our stuff, and tried to be positive about the rainy deluge we were sure awaited at Topsail Island. We finally hit the road around 9 p.m.
Of course, we hit unexpected traffic about an hour into our trip in the middle of rural Virginia at Mudd Tavern Road. This set us back about an hour. Jason drove the whole way and was very alert. We did finally stop at 1:15 a.m. at a McDonalds along the way (in Butner, I believe) for some sustenance. There is no aspect of stopping at McDonalds in the middle of the night that doesn’t make me feel like a college student.
We rolled into the Holbein’s apartment complex solidly at 2 a.m. They had very kindly stayed up to let us in, and then we all crashed. Jason and I slept embarrassingly late the following morning, but check-in at our beach hotel wasn’t until 3 p.m., so we had no illusions about an early start. We had lunch at Mellow Mushroom (so many memories of Lexington lunches with Mary! A slice and salad, no olives, house dressing.), then embarked on the 2ish hour drive to the beach.
We made it to the beach in excellent time, stopping at Harris Teeter on the way to our hotel to pick up important foodstuffs: Nutella and graham crackers, chips and salsa, sandwich fixings, cream soda in glass bottles, etc. We unloaded the food and suitcases and headed straight to the beach.
Just a few minutes after we’d settled in, we were surprised by a furious rainstorm. There wasn’t any hail, but the raindrops themselves were painful. We all ran back to the condo. Brittney and I made dinner while the men enjoyed (what else?) the World Cup from an attractive fishy couch.
As with last year, actually cooking the superfood salad (with fresh shrimp) was quite the adventure. We’d had the foresight at the grocery store to stock up on salt and pepper packets from the deli (and mayonnaise and mustard for our next day’s lunch), but the condo was not as well-appointed as the one we stayed in last year. With some cuisinary cleverness, Brittney and I were able to put together a pretty impressive spread.
That evening: more soccer, Scrabble (even though some people hate it), Yahtzee! and lots of laughter.
We spent the next morning at the beach (which is maybe 100 very walkable yards from where we stay) enjoying the gorgeous weather. Per usual, the water was warm and wonderful. Jason and I saw a ton (a pod?) of dolphins.
We couldn’t avoid the rain forever. After lunch it started pouring. Good thing this was a) during the World Cup and b) at just the right time in the afternoon for me to take a very long nap wearing my sunglasses and not leaning on Jason’s sunburned shoulders.
(Yes, this was taken from inside the car.)
We also went for a walk along the beach. We sure like the Holbeins. Every time we get together it’s like we’ve never been apart. Jason and I are secretly praying they’ll get jobs in DC after grad school so we can be neighbors again.
In the evening: soccer (seeing a trend here?), American Ninja Warrior, which is like that Wipe-Out show but with athletic contestants, and Cranium. Jason and I make a good Cranium team.
Until next year, Holbeins! (But we should really get together before then.)