I’m planning a most righteous Booze of the Month report for Monday, so today’s post is more of a tribute to an even more righteous weekend soaking in what’s left of the summer heat. That’s right readers from out of town, it’s still 70+ in NC and we’re making the most of it, traversing across the piedmont to the cool breezes and salty sands of Carolina Beach.
Andyman & 5 of his college alums planned a trip to da beach and I did my civil duty of crashing the shit out of it. Lucky for me, I’ve known most of these cats for years now and we colonized the north shore of Carolina Beach like Columbus on a good day:
Night 1: Dinner at K38 Grill owned by the Tower 7 crew and equally as delicious. Drinks followed, eyed skeptically at Triangle Lounge, then less skeptically at Satellite near downtown.
Day 2: Scout camp, set up camp, entertain all of Carolina Beach with Kubb, a Swedish lawn darts game the crew picked up during a 6-month stint in Stockholm in Industrial Design school. The cop patrolling the beach bought a set in the car while he watched, slacker. Drink in celebration of our Kubb win, chow down on Po Boys at Tangerine. Double check camp, stock up on fire wood, then head to a oyster roast for kegged home brews and piping-hot fresh oysters.
Back to the beach for epic bon fire, galactic conversations, and more high-life than I care to remember.
Day 3: Burry high-life in Neese’s Sausage, biscuits, Meg’s Pumpkin Bread, and much much gatorade. Tear down camp, pack the trucks, and head downtown for a last minute bite at Chops Deli (1/2lb of meat included).
Big Ups to the fellas for letting me tag along. I hope I earned my place fueling the fire with cosmo-convos, troublesome stories, and a general disregard for consumption levels. Carolina Beach or Bust 2012!