BrookeClay

Hi.

This blog and I have been through a lot together: graduate school, first jobs, second jobs, cross-country moves, third jobs, fourth jobs, funerals, an engagement, a marriage ... and a divorce. 

We've learned a lot, grown even more and we're still adventuring. 

Let's adventure together.

Weekend at the beach | Wilmington

As an adult (!!!?!), sleeping in is like finding a unicorn. Even when I’m up too late, I’m up and at ‘em in the 8 o’clocks waiting for T to bid adieu to his lovely slumber so we can head to the beach. We’re in Wilmington – home to film site of One Tree Hill (Or Dawson's Creek for those of you who think Pacey > Lucas) – for the weekend to soak up some rays. Living this close to the beach has its perks!

As much as I don’t want to do or say anything that could end up on my favorite tumblr, My Friends Are Married, I have to say I have a good catch with this dude who answers to T.

During the past year I've become slowly acclimated to life closer to the coast. Read as: I like my steak medium-rare, and given the choice - that's what I want for dinner.

T has welcomed the challenge of transitioning me to seafood - with a few rules, of course. (I'll only eat seafood when I can see the water.) Last summer in Charleston we started with fried shrimp.

Last night. (dramatic pause.) I ate an oyster.

wilmington_oyster

My contributions to this relationship are slim: clumsiness, awkwardness, horrible retention (my memory is shot)..... and humor. I take the latter very seriously.

At a little dive restaurant a stones throw away from the Cape Fear River, I cracked into a few crab legs mimicking Junior on his/her first birthday. A patron looked on with his "bless your heart" eyes as I failed again and again at cracking the legs. If you can't laugh at yourself, you're doing it wrong.

Last night I was a train wreck. Food everywhere. 

wilmington_crabs

To some, these legs from the Atlantic look like dinner. To me, it looks like hard work.

I'm such a toddler. At first I was all "open it for me," then it became a game and I was all "don't touch this oyster. I will open it - or I will starve."

To be fair, eating dinner with me is probably similar to dining with a toddler.

"What do oysters eat?" "How long has it been dead." "What's in this sauce." "I'd google this if there wasn't crab juice on my hands."

Wilmington_beach_view

Now if you'll excuse me it's 9:30 and sleeping beauty needs to take me to the beach!

rural gone urban – gone really, really urban

Farewell, turquoise furniture.