So I just went to Charleston for a two-night adventure with my friend Kaitlin. I have been wanting to visit for a while, and put a much happier memory in the place of my last Charleston experience, where
- I started out by forgetting my dresses for my friend Emory's rehearsal dinner and wedding. I realized my mistake about 40 minutes down the road.
- I went home to retreive them, but then on the way back down, busted a tire. This resulted in me sitting on the side of the highway waiting for my roadside assistance, then driving 12 miles down 95 at about 40 miles an hour, and waiting in the tire shop for an hour and a half til it was my turn to get fixed.
- I missed lunch with my old boss--which I have yet to make up--and the rehearsal.
- I rounded out the night by falling victim to the Texas Turnaround (if you don't know what it is I'm not explaining it to you here). Let's just say it was not an experience I would wish on anyone, except maybe Osama bin Laden. But only long enough for us to find him and inflict milder forms of torture. Like waterboarding.
I am pleased to say that this Charleston trip was a complete 180 from the last, and thus a very pleasant experience. Since Kaitlin and I had never hung out outside of work, we spent the 4-hour drive down discussing life. Topics included the events leading up to my phone being in a casserole dish full of brown rice at my feet in the car, how she hates shopping at Harris Teeter because they are so judgmental, and various things we wanted to do on our mini vacay.
We arrived at 1:30 am, so we just went to bed. The next day, around 10, we got up and ready to go to breakfast at ACME Cantina--a plan that was foiled as I did not know breakfast served until 2pm was only a weekend thing. Ugh! But we had delicious mexican lunch instead and found ourselves appeased. Next, downtown thing, the market thing, the Loose Lucy hippy store, and a visit to Emory's office at my old church. Kaitlin was excited when Emory didn't answer the phone and we tackled a B&E (but not really since the building was unlocked and open for business hours) to get up there.
Dinner was at my personal fav, Coconut Joe's. Home of the best beach drink on ea
rth...the Almond Ecstacy. We waited on the rooftop bar overlooking the beach, sipping our little pieces of heaven, and listening to some guy play the guitar while we waited for our friends to join us. Unfortunately, they were REALLY late, and we ended up at the table looking like we had been stood up for an hour. Trying to make friends with Norm, our server, but all the while knowing that he secretly hated us for taking up his table. Good news is that I learned (sort of) how to put a lime in my beer, and Kaitlin learned that she likes red rice and absolutely adores fish tacos (despite the fact that she thinks the name sounds inappropriate).Later on, we had planned to go out on the town, but much to our chagrin we had not received the memo that this specific Tuesday night was the one where nobody would be out. It was like a ghost town. In lieu of the bar scene, that for some reason was not in existence that night, we picked up some Warm Delights at the trippy and judgmental Harris Teeter downtown, and watched Pride and Prejudice at Molly's (aka my old house).
Wednesday found us waking up around noon, laying on the beach around 3 and mosying over to Poe's for dinner (more fish tacos!) before heading back home to Raleigh.
All in all, I give it a 2 thumbs up. And I'm proud to say that we both came in under our budget of $100 a piece. Including gas. And 2 Almond Ecstacy's each. Yum! Tomorrow we're attempting to make them ourselves. Wish us luck!
"I'm going back to dignity and grace. I'm going back to Charleston, where I belong." -Rhett Butler
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