
those crazy christians and their paintballing!
I'm still in the state of North Carolina. I can't say why, I'm kind of over it by now. So earlier this week I was in Raleigh, which is part of the "triangle" (local lingo) that also includes Durham and Chapel Hill. I was visiting a NYC expat friend, it was very nice to hang out with someone I know for a change. Lord knows I love strangers, but familiar people are nice every once and a while. While in Raleigh I visited the North Carolina Museum of Art, where I saw a somewhat unimpressive Egyptian exhibit entitled "Tombs and Treaures." I think I'm jaded by the Met's Egyptian collection. Not a bad museum overall though.
My Raleigh friend took me to a meeting of her book group, seeing as she and I used to be in the same (kick-ass) book group in NYC. The unfortunate part about Raleigh book group as opposed to NYC book group is that no one gets shit-faced because everybody has to drive home. And in this case everyone had to drive home to their husbands and young babies, so drugs and alcohol were in major moderation. Just what is book group really supposed to be about anyways? Reading?!?
The next night we hung out in Chapel Hill, where there is a really great Food Co-op called Weaver Street Market. They not only have awesome food (we bought a loaf of olive bread that was not to be believed) but they have all sorts of fun events like dances and Sunday brunches. Happy hippies, cute!
Now I'm camping out for a couple of days in the Outer Banks, and chillin' like a villain on the beach. There are lots of nice campgrounds all over these islands, although the one I went to last night was covered in all these little prickly burrs that got stuck to my skin, clothes, and camping equipment. On the upside it was so windy on the dunes that there were no bugs to bother me at night!
I've hung out in this area before, and every time the raunchiness of the restaurant names here shocks me anew... everything from "Dirty Dick's Crabhouse" (where you can buy a t-shirt that says "I got my crabs from Dirty Dick's" from XXL to kids' sizes) to "Try My Nuts!" which I guess is some sort of place that serves nuts. Come on people, do you really have to resort to such extreme measures to get people to come to your crappy restaurant?