Trip to Wilmington & Wrightsville Beach - August 2011

Went down to visit my man Brian for no real reason, just general dicking around. 

Went out to Satellite.  They have great doors. 

It's a cool bar.  there are usually dogs roaming around. 

Chelsea refusing to look me in the eye. 

See, roaming dogs.  Roaming cute hound dogs. 

Of course, going to the beach is the real draw to driving down there in August. 

Here Ben prepares for his attack...

...attack complete!

Booker T, the greatest named child alive. 

I love that he appears to have Hitler sand mustache here. 

Birds and shit.  They like the beach too.