There are a lot of amazing people here in Wilmington. I’m going to be sad to leave today, but it’s time to move out of the apartment and go home to pack like a madwoman for Germany.
So now, it’s time for the montage of random Wilmington memories:
package delivery football rivalry
So I’m wearing a Virginia Tech Hokies t-shirt and a bright orange headband. Dressed like an enthusiastic Hokie during non-football season. A delivery guy who apparently went to NC State or UVA knocks on the door of the apartment I’m sharing with two other roommates. He hands me the delivery-confirmation-signature thingy, and I sign for the package and hand it back.
Delivery guy: *hands me the package* “Virginia Tech, huh? I bet y’all don’t have a couch, ’cause you burned it!” *walks away giggling* “Have a nice day!”
Me: “…Thanks! You too!” *turns around and walks past perfectly functional and not-on-fire couch to roommate’s room to give her her package*
concert at the beach
Just an hour after the package delivery incident, I was walking along the strip of dry sand at Wrightsville Beach. That far away from the water there are a number of benches labeled with the names of large cities in North Carolina. Pretty cute. Lots of tourists from other parts of NC like to find the bench with the name of their city and get their pictures taken.
On one of these benches were guys. High-school guys, I think. Probably 8 or 10 of them. Sitting on the seat and the seat back, as if they were in a choir. They were singing, too. Singing the “na na na” part of Hey Hey Goodbye. (Or whatever that song is called.)
Guys: (singing) “na na na na”
Me: *Walks past, giggling openly*
Guy on bench: (at a break in the song) “Hey guys, I wonder why she’s laughing at us?”
Guys: *louder* “NA NA NA NA, HEY HEY HEY, GOODBYE”
Me: *keeps walking but can’t walk straight for laughing*
finally getting britts donuts
I finally got Britts Donuts! One of them, at least. Delicious.
First cardinal rule of blogging: no food pictures. Oops. Too melt-in-your-mouth-ishly delicious to not post this.
Gotta get back to packing those last few things now. To all of my friends in Wilmington, I wish you all the best and hope to see you again in the near future. I want to visit Wilmington again, and if you happen to find yourself in Germany, let me know so we can hang out.
Just don’t accuse me of having burned my couch.