Thursday found us waking up early to catch a bus to Calabash, North Carolina. Calabash is a small town in the Wilmington metro area that prides itself as the “Seafood Capital of the World,” because they have a lot of fried seafood buffet restaurants that we were warned about eating in. But, they have a pretty cool tour running. We boarded a small boat that followed closely behind a shrimping vessel. As the shrimping nets were lowered, a huge gaggle or school or pride or herd or whatever of dolphins started leaping out of the water, trying to score shrimp that slipped through the nets. It’s kind of like if there was a Jeremy sight-seeing tour, they would get a truck filled with Girl Scout cookies (mainly Samoas), and drive slowly, tossing a box or two in my direction. Then I’d jog… or, more likely, walk…. I don’t jog… after the truck, hoping to get more cookies. I like cookies.
We were pulling out of the dock when the radio station decided to play “My Heart Will Go On” by Celine Dion. As Jess pointed out, that’s probably in the top three songs that you don’t want to hear as you’re about to sail into the Atlantic. (It’s also, coincidentally, in my top three songs that I never want to hear. Ever. Seafaring or not.) Luckily, we didn’t hit any icebergs. Or Chris DeBurghs. Or ladies in red.
We got back to the resort in plenty of time to do absolutely nothing, and then we went out for a while.
Jess wanted to go to a piano bar called Crocodile Rock.
It was a good time. Sort of.
Piano bars have their good side and the not so good side.
The good — there are four really talented musicians that play just about any song that you want to hear on the piano.
And they sell beer there.
The down side — I heard “Brown Eyed Girl” by Van Morrison three different times, because three different people requested it played.
And, we were only in there for an hour or so.
It reminded me of this time when I was younger, and my sister and I put about two or three dollars in the jukebox, and played Milli Vanilli’s “Girl You Know It’s True” twelve or fifteen times. In a row. People hated us. We were only having fun.