Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Catfish Nuggets

     I honestly had to excuse myself so I could go to the bathroom and collect myself. I didn't want to look like a high maintenance baby in front of everyone and get upset over catfish nuggets.

     Dave had told me we were going to an organic buffet called Casey's for dinner that was expensive at $10, but worth every penny. He even encouraged Scott, Jason and I to lighten up on lunch and any snacks to leave room for this "healthy" feast. We had been in North Carolina for almost 24 hours and had been on a few Dave adventures already, including a half mile paddle across a busy boating channel with a river like current, hiking across an island with our boards and camera gear, and surfing. It was the exercise I had been missing and craving, but by 7:00 p.m. I was exhausted and hungry starving.

     Casey's was anything but organic, however. I didn't see a single thing in there that wasn't deep fried, besides the gravy which you could have served with a fork it was so thick. There were pictures on the wall of assorted outhouses and real pig feet in the buffet; I'm not making this stuff up. After we approached the serving area, I was sure there wasn't anything I would eat and made my way to the bathroom to cut down on the amount of time I would have to spend smelling and looking at the apparent pigs parts on people's plates. 

     This is how Dave was, though. He lived for shock value. He loved seeing how we would react to these heart attack inducing animal parts when we were expecting a Whole Foods salad bar. He would tell us we could sleep in only to wake us up at 6 a.m., jumping on our bed singing hollering an ACDC song he had blaring on an i-pod speaker while wearing a vest, cowboy hat and using a broom as a guitar. 

     Dave lived with Scott, Jason and a handful other dudes over the course of five years during college in a weathered two bedroom apartment in south Mission Beach, San Diego. He was in our wedding and is probably the most unique person I have ever known. He loves a good story, a good laugh and a good adventure. 

     I guess Dave was delivering the lesson I had been waiting for. The one I knew was in some crack or around a turn on this road trip. The lesson where I had to learn not to rely so heavily on expectations because life likes to surprise you.

     I wrote this all down while I was in line for the bathroom and when I realized it was my turn, I didn't even want to go. The floor was covered with toilet paper and the handle had what I hoped was soap and water on it.


    
I couldn't feel bad for myself anymore, though. Not over catfish nuggets I expected to be kale. It was time to move on. I had to go back to the table with a smile. So I did. I can't believe I did.

     Later that night, Dave took us on a walk. He made us slog across low, wet paths saying things like "step lightly to avoid water moccasins" and took us tiptoeing behind peoples' houses that had residents he said had killed people and other things like "don't talk as we go behind this house, this women is a proud confederate with a gun!" 

     I never could tell if he was telling the truth, but one thing I was sure of was that you always came away with good stories when you were with Dave.

     I made a million observations of him and the reason was, he had given so much thought to living right and always seemed to be having a good time. 
I look up to him a lot.



12 comments:

  1. What a wonderful lesson to learn, even at some expense. A beautiful photo as well for what sounds like a beautiful friendship and experience :)

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  2. Love this story! And love learning little lessons in life from the strangest situation....excited for the rest of your trip!

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  3. Dave sounds like an interesting person to observe. and i know it by heart that great stories and great lessons usually come from the wrong/silly/awkward/bad situation we have. not that it doesn't take its tolls, but there's always stories after it.

    p.s. : you wrote it beautifully :)

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  4. love the way you write

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  5. you thx dev. however that was bon jovi not ac/dc! dave

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  6. ha i love that dave posted a comment. thats fantastic! i dont think i could handle going to a place like casey's. i would have ran out of there crying!

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  7. LOL, Dave sounds crazy but like a real good time! Sounds like he's livin' life to the fullest!
    I would have flipped my shit so good for you!
    Catfish nugget? That makes me nauseous. You didn't say how they were!

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  8. It's probably because we're related but being hungry is the worst. Actually, having your expectations shattered could top it (you know me). I'm very proud of you sister for putting a positive spin on a potentially catastrophic situation! *thumbs up emoji. LOVE all the reflections and pictures from the trip. You really know how to make things look enticing. USA road trip after graduation sounds like my next plan. hugs and kisses

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  9. would not have expected anything less from Dave. -Nick G.

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  10. I don't even know what I would have done in that situation. I probably would have flipped my shit. Hahaha!

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  11. Sometimes the best lessons to learn are the hardest. At least it was mixed up with a bunch of interesting experiences that make for fun stories!

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