Water from the Rock

Like the title says people, we did it. Somehow this weekend the Townleys managed to eek out a few drops of culture from southeastern NC. The outdoor concert we went to wasn't exactly what we envisioned (we were the youngest couple there by about 20 years, and I pestered Danielle into leaving after they played a rousing version of "Super Duper Love")...but the evening was vastly improved with some great chinese food and beer (odd combination, but don't knock it). Saturday night, however, was the main event. After walking around old-town Wilmington for a while, we showed up at the Juggling Gypsy just in time to score the last table. Actually I think it was one of maybe 3 tables in the whole place, most of the seating was made up of various couches, easychairs and swap-meet-tapestry-covered booths. I gotta say though, great place. The patrons ranged from 20something hippies to 50something couples with a smattering of lesbians and karate-clad gay kids. The evening's first act, a soberingly honest songwriter named Jon Roniger, played for a while while we enjoyed a really smooth Blackberry Hookah, and even hooked Danielle up with a free tank top (Apparently, he said, "She looked like a grey tank top kinda girl.") Then on came the bellydancers (who spent the hour prior to their performance getting totally sloshed in the back of the joint). It was both entertaining and amusing...but I have to give it up to the girls who did it, they were pretty brave to put themselves out there for our entertainment. Anyhow, we left around 11:30, and plan on making that place a regular haunt.

Sunday we got a little athletic and went rock climbing in the morning, and just chilled out with season one of Grey's Anatomy in the afternoon.

And as a total aside to the rest of this, I have #344 that everyone we know should move overseas. In an effort to stay healthy, Danielle and I agreed that we would only buy bread that fits in a normal-sized toaster from now on (smaller sandwiches, smaller portions, better meals). Finding aforementioned bread proved difficult, as America has seemingly become so obsessed with oversized food portions and "hearty" meals that most of the bread aisle contained loaves the size of a sewer culvert. When I FINALLY found a normal, healthy size loaf of bread, I paid 20 cents more for it than it's much larger bretheren becuase, that's right...it was marketed as "diet bread." Something is wrong with this country.