Out and About
I just can’t get over how friendly the good people of Corpus Christi are. It’s almost humbling to be in the presence of such perpetually unabashed kindness.
After dinner yesterday, I decided to slip over to The Executive Surf Club for a little music and a tasty beverage or two. I stepped up to the bar, card in hand to start a tab, and the guy next to me sees the card and quips, “Hey, it’s mighty nice of you to buy a round for the bar.”
I cut him a sideways glance, crack a smile and proceed to place my order. As I walk away I tell the bartender to put the fellow’s next drink on my tab. He comes outside (they have a patio area where the live music is performed) determined to return the favor. His name is Mike (a transplant from Alaska) and turns out to be a very amicable man. After a nice conversation, he suggests we slip down the block to The Havana Club, a quaint, upscale little cigar bar often frequented by some very interesting individuals. I say sure and we make the short jaunt to the new haunts within minutes.
Once inside, he introduces me to a merry band of troublemakers from all walks of life, but who’ve known each other since high school (in one instance since elementary). We made fast friends and before I knew it, they whisked me away to a great little Italian restaurant (I insisted that I’d already eaten for the evening, but they kindly pointed out, I didn’t have to eat to enjoy good company). It turns out, this is a great group of people. The dinner conversation was lively and colorful and they have a long time relationship with the proprietor of the restaurant (a wonderful Sicilian who was delighted when I introduced myself in Italian and inquired about his origins) so the banter often included playful outbursts from the owner. It was a grand experience and seemed to capture the very essence of what I’ve come to enjoy so much about this little city on the bay. I will definitely look them up on my next trip to Corpus.
I’m headed home in just a couple of hours. By the time, my wife gets home from work. I should be in Tulsa (or fairly close). As much fun as I’ve had on this trip, I still have to say…there’s no place like home. Here’s to sleeping in my own bed tonight.
Labels: On The Road