First gig at Trio OBX

Never again.  Never again I swear.  Never again are we taking route I-64 to get to the Outer Banks.  It was traumatizing.  We left my house by about 2:30 or 3 pm.  We were looking forward to getting a little walk on the beach before setting up for our gig that night.  But it was not to be.  We crawled along in traffic.  We cursed.  We almost cried.  We finally arrived at Trio about 7:30, all stressed out and irritable.  We were scheduled to start playing at 8. 

Once we had a few sips of our first beers, it was all better.  We managed to get set up and start playing by 8:20, which all things considered wasn't too bad.  The crowd was booming; lots of energy in the room.  We had a solid crowd all night long.  Great place to play!  Plus they specialize in three of our favorite things:  beer, wine, and cheese.

We had intended to make a weekend of it, but it was cold and rainy and windy, and simply not worth the expense of a second night.  We never even walked on the beach, just looked at it wistfully from our room at the Sea Foam Motel.

We got breakfast at Sam and Omie's, popped into Jennette's Pier to see the fish in the little aquarium, and then we drove home.  This is what it looked like from the passenger seat as we crossed the Wright Memorial Bridge:

We took the "long" way home, through Elizabeth City, Suffolk, and Petersburg.  It's a greater distance, but at least we didn't have to deal with the curse of I-64.  And we enjoyed more interesting scenery, with a stop for a late lunch at the Plaid Turnip in Suffolk.