We went to Wilmington to visit out long lost college friends. Nikki and Chris are both writers (she’s in a MFA program now; he starts in the fall) and they live in an area one would imagine stories to be inspired by. The houses are old (plaques – which are EVERYWHERE – spoke of the Revolutionary War), there’s a river walk for soulful thinking, plenty of bars for soulful drinking, and a mass of mosquitos to remind you, should you ever want to go outdoors, that you should be inside, writing.
Wilmington is also considered the “Hollywood of the South” (something only people who aren’t from California can say with a straight face). In the spirit of this, we went off to the lake where the pivotal scene of The Notebook was filmed. We rented paddleboats and made the boys paddle us through the maze of thin green trees that broke up and through the water.
Unfortunately, we realized this was not, in fact, the lake from The Notebook. In one of the moments in which I curse technology, some quick smart phone Googling revealed that lake was in South Carolina. However, our spirits were quickly redeemed upon learning that our lake had alligators. Spying one in the distance, Nikki and I cracked our whips and bid the boys, “Paddle faster!”
Unfortunately, we realized this was not, in fact, an alligator. While sticks and stones may delude us, we still had a lovely time. After the lake, we went home and took eleven showers (we were at about 115 degrees at this point, and watching Chris and Zack paddle was hard work). We dressed up in our snazziest apparel and went to the finest Southern restaurant in town.
Rx used to be a drug store, and is now filled with stuff like skillet fried chicken with sage gravy…
….and blueberry cobbler with coconut pecan ice cream.
This was, of course, in lieu of the pharmaceuticals. It was a toss up as to which was better, but I’m fairly sure the cobbler had mood altering effects.
To cap off the evening, we played Sex Bingo at The Cellar. I can’t tell you what went on in there – the first rule of Sex Bingo is that you don’t talk about Sex Bingo. However, I can say…
In a sentiment that proves to be emblematic of our time in Wilmington: the good times, they were had.