Well that was an experience. We just returned to Kirk's place after a long night out in Chapel Hill, an unplanned sleepover, a good old Southern Fast Food breakfast, a quick tour of Duke, and a visit to Kirk's family's country club.
So here's how it all went down: After showering up at Kirk's parents' house, Kirk's mother (who looks like she is his sister) drove us into town.
(Kirk and his "mother". What a Southern belle.)
We had dinner at Top of the Hill, a local landmark, and a place where the line to get in during basketball season is a quarter-mile long. We were met by Rackin and Carson, a couple of girls who knew the boys from their undergraduate days.
(The dinner crew.)
(At Top of the Hill with our friendly hostess.)
(Davis, our server, with a picture of the bar right after UNC won the NCAA basketball championship. The bar overlooks the major street on campus which was completely flooded with people within 6 minutes of the game ending.)
(While we were waiting for the girls, this girl Rachel, a soon-to-be first year UNC law student, walked up to us, asked us if we were from around here, and inquired about which bars were the fun places to go in town. So she approached a group of strangers to ask them about the social workings of an unfamiliar city. She reminds me of....me.)
(Sauteed Chicken Tenders and Crab Dip.)
(Entrees: Salmon, Chicken, Salad, etc.)
After appetizers, entrees, and several double whisky and cokes, our bill arrived, and we decided, just as we had last night, that the boys would play "credit card roulette", in which everyone participating puts in a credit card and you tell the waiter to just run the entire bill on one card, and you don't find out who the unlucky bastard is until the check returns with the card already processed.
Kirk won! Congratulations Kirk!
(The exact moment Kirk realizes he has just lost credit card roulette. Carson shows no mercy and points and laughs hysterically.)
(Davis and the winner.)
So after he dried his tears, we headed to "He's Not Here", another local institution. Two things worth mentioning: This bar used to be owned by Michael Jordan, and the name comes from all the times that local wives used to call the bar looking for their husbands. The bartenders got so tired of having to give the same line over and over that they just changed the name of the bar so that they could end the conversations before they even started.
(Hi, is my husband down at the bar drinking?)
(This is the beer I had at Hand in Hand back in Atlanta. We were supposed to go to the Sweetwater Brewery down there, but Christian had to work the whole day Friday, and so I never got a picture of the taphead. So I got a picture of this metal poster. I think that counts as a victory.)
(I was told to get a "Blue Cup" from "He's Not", which meant I was supposed to order one of these 33 ounce bad boys. Oh, and it was 4 bucks. And that was one of the more expensive drinks I had that night.)
(I felt like the beer was on clearance. Everything must go!)
(5 blue cups. 5 satisfied customers.)
From there, we went to Bob's, another local spot, where we met Kirk's brother Robbie, who is a current UNC student and a Southern gentleman.
(On the deck at Bob's.)
(The sign at Bob's.)
(Ryan, the ladies man.)
(Kirk and Robbie Kirkland.)
(When Ryan orders a round at a bar, he doesn't half-ass it.)
Robbie led us to a new bar in town called "The Recovery Room", where drinks were $1. I really, truly appreciate the pricing down here.
(The Recovery Room.)
(Don't ask me what's happening in this picture. I think I ordered a few $1 drinks and then poured them all into the stack of blue cups I took from the other bar.)
(I believe I took this picture as a way of convincing myself that I was being cultural on the walk back to the girls' place at 3am.)
After spending a few bucks (literally), we went back to the girls' place and crashed.
(Did I mention that Rackin has a great dane?)
(Welcome to the blog, Bella.)
The next morning, Carson gave us a ride back to Kirk's car, but on the way, we surprised Kirk's buddy Braxton (who I'd met in NYC when he visited earlier in the year) by literally walking into his office unannounced while he was busy trading bonds. He was "happy" to see us.
(Surprise, Braxton.)
The next stop was Bojangles, the place to go for a Fried Chicken, Egg and Cheese Biscuit Sandwich or three.
(This is...breakfast?)
Once we had some grease in our stomachs, we drove over to Duke University, where I took a couple of pictures and walked around campus for a couple of minutes.
(The Chapel at Duke University.)
(One of the prettier Duke quads. Stone buildings everywhere.)
(Cameron Indoor Stadium, home of the Duke Blue Devils.)
Finally, we piled into the car one last time, headed over to Kirk's folks' country club, smelled some fresh cut golf grass, rolled home, and "called it a night".
(Carolina Country Club.)
(Kirk insisted that I get a picture of the North Carolina flag, so uh, there it is in the upper right corner, right behind that tree.)
(The Kirkland residence.)
I'm going to go back to bed for a couple of hours, and then we are going to drive straight to Virginia Beach. Due to various factors, it makes more sense for me to visit Charlottesville on the way from VA Beach to DC, rather than drive there on our way today.
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