Day Off - Wilmington, NC

After a fun show at the Rusty Nail and a few hours sleep at the local motel, we awoke to the sound of the staff carrying on conversations with each other across the courtyard. It was not the typical breakfast in bed morning we were accustomed to so we were a little crabby. The feeling quickly faded as we made plans to head to Wrightsville Beach for the day, a beautiful spot about 10 miles from downtown Wilmington. At the beach we had a few afternoon margaritas and watched some dolphins play in the waves not 50 feet away from the shore.

After a few hours of this rough and tumble lifestyle we headed downtown for some food. A few beers and a meal later we found ourselves at a joint called Rum Runners. When we first arrived there were only a handful of folks in the bar and two empty grand pianos in the center of a long television light room. Within an hour, the place filled up and three fellas took to the pianos. They started things off slow singing well-known covers and hamming it up with campy, frequently dirty humor. But when things warmed up the crowd lined their request sheets across the piano tops and the musicians got louder, funnier, and dirtier. Everyone was laughing, singing, and having a great time proving for the second day in a row, a Sunday of all days, that in the South people really know how to party. Chris once again took to the stage and played some drums with the group, it was a riot, and may be Chris’ true calling. When one of the guys jumped on top of the piano and played the fiddle, we all realized this was a golden moment, these guys were fantastic musicians whom put on one of the best shows I have ever seen, I am completely serious about that. I am not really doing the night justice with my description, so I will just say the South is growing on me.