...there ya go.
"Are you having a great Spring Break?"
"CHUCK YEAH!"
The fifteen hour ride was eased a little by the fact that I can sleep like a rock in the car. We left at midnight on Friday night and I was unconscious for the next seven hours...awake for five...out for two aaaaand awake for the last hour. I entertained myself with two good reads: Gone Girl and John Dies at the End. Actually, I can't get into Gone Girl, but John Dies at the End is bizarrely good SiFi read, recommended by Abbie Loveall after we saw the movie at Rag Tag.
Along the way, we stopped in our old beloved Knoxville, Tennessee (see #rockytoproadtrip) to reminisce and eat crepes.
So, we arrived at our awesome little beach house. Complete with pool, two kitchens and, best of all, plenty of beds for all ten of us. That's a lie, the "best of all" is that it was only $151 each...and it's nicer than my East Campus house, so that's good enough for me.
We went out in search of dinner and stumbled across this great little restaurant called Poe's Tavern. The walls were decked with an awkwardly abundant number of Edgar Allen Poe images, but the food was fabulous and the waiter was awesome. He gave us some recommendations on what to do in Charleston, as well as some suggestions on the best beers to try. After our burgers, we went grocery shopping and headed home to settle in. Once the rest of the clan arrived, we made our plan for the week and then got very very excited and passed out asleep in exhaustion.
Sunday, March 24
As planned, we took Sunday easy. Woke up late and got up around slowly. We all bummed around reading or watching our respective TV shows. It was gloriously relaxing and only made sweeter by the afternoon trip we took to the beach. It was a bit chilly, but we were happy to be on a beach (without Missouri snow) none the less.
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| Left to right: Elizabeth, Kaitlin, Kate, Katherine, Katie, Emily, Lindsey, Kate, Abbie, Laura. |
The best part of walking along the beach was seeing the houses! Look at some of these. I was just daydreaming of my life someday, drinking sweet tea on the porch of my South Carolina home.
Monday, March 25
Monday morning, we woke up and headed into Charleston around 10:00 am. We wandered and wandered around the College of Charleston's campus until we found Greek row...
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| Yes, their Greek houses were in these skinny little buildings. |
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| College of Charleston Kappa Alpha Theta Chapter |
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| Contrary to my Instagram'd picture of the occasion, you are NOT allowed to climb (or carve) the tree. We settled for just taking a million pictures with the tree. |
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| All the K names: Kate, Katherine, Katie, Kate, Kaitlin. |
That night we recovered from our adventures and Katherine, Katie and Elizabeth made us a delicious taco dinner. This is part of our (somewhat failing) attempts to save money on this trip. We each take a turn making dinner every night, allowing one *SPLURGE* for a fun dinner out. After dinner we sat around the living room and played the paperslip game and the What If game. Both were a blast and our Game Master, Abbie Loveall, did a lovely job directing the festivities.
Tuesday, March 26
Tuesday, we split up. Lindsey, Kate, Abbie and I took a day trip to Savannah, Georgia, while the rest of the clan ventured out to tour the oldest running plantation. We both had an equally great time...if it hadn't been for the pants (more details to come). We left early that morning for the two hour drive before arriving in Sunny Savannah at a little late. I say "Sunny Savannah" as a joke, because, though the skies may have been bright and sunny...even Foreigner would have been unprepared for the "Cold As Ice" chill through the windy streets. (Yeah, yeah. That joke was a bit of a stretch.) Anyway. We showed up late and called the director of the tours who said, "Oh that's alright, we'll meet you at the square..." As if there were only ONE square in this stinkin' town. We stumble on a square, only to discover there are two tours going on. We ask one group who politely declines our being a part and then we stand in the back of another, hoping to go unnoticed. At the end of his speil, the period-dressed gentleman asks, "Does anyone have any questions? 'Like, is this my tour group?'" clearly directed at us. The group turns and we explain that we're lost and he explains that we are NOT lost here. So we call again, find this other square and finally meet up with out tour. Awkward.
The tour was a two-hour adventure through the streets of Savannah, stopping at beautiful buildings and squares on squares of history. I say "squares" because these are the official names of what we call "parks" in the midwest, expect that all of these have some kind of monument erected for some general or founder of something in Savannah. The end. You've just experienced the walking tour of Savannah...only for you, walking isn't difficult because your toes have gone numb, you aren't HATING yourself for not having a jacket and you probably won't have bright red, wind-burned cheeks for the rest of the day. I cannot express to you how cold it was. True, it was not snowing like it is in Missouri, but I didn't pack clothes for upper-30s weather. I PACKED FOR SPRING BREAK.
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| Savannah Cotton Exchange |
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| A church. They were everywhere. |
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| Here we have the oldest running theatre in America. |
Once the tour was over, we thawed out in a cute little dinner called Henry's. They had just about every breakfast or lunch food you can imagine and we all devoured our orders. After that, we went back to the car and drove to the Riverwalk. We wandered down the strip stopping in little shops along the way.
It was here that Abbie bought "The Pants".
Tuesday night, we came home and crashed so hard. Abbie and I made pasta for dinner and half of the group went out to a bar we found called The Windjammer, while I stayed home to take a bath. Because I'm on vacation, and baths should always happen on vacation.
Wednesday, March 27
Wednesday morning we got up and drove to the ferry, which we took to Fort Sumter.
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| Yeah, I did take this. I'm sooooo artistic. |
We spend an hour here and it was kind of nice. It was still COLD, but the sun was shining and if you laid in the sun, it was quite nice. The night before, I told Aaron we were going here and he said it was something he wanted to see, so I asked what a cool souvenir would be. A magnet? No. A postcard? Not really. A shot glass? No. What do you want Aaron, a rock? Yeah, actually. A rock from there would be cool. So that's what I got Aaron: a rock from the grounds where the first shots of the Civil War were fired. He's a pretty simple guy.
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| Some flags. |
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| Some guns. |
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| General Thomas Sumter...lazy eye included. |
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| American flag with 33 stars. |
We came home and napped before getting ready and taking taxis downtown. We ate at a seafood place called Hank's, where I paid more for dinner than I ever have. Ouch.
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| Rare Seared Tuna...very rarely seared. But DELICIOUS. |
The weather was actually kind of nice (or maybe we just learned to stop trying to dress how we wished the weather) so we walked around the corner to the adorable little dessert bar called Kaminsky's. They made delightful little dessert cocktails and they were the perfect sweetness with our seafood dinner. We all tried each others drinks: The Hawaiian, Dreamsickle, Toasted Almond Joy, Dark Chocolate, etc. Nom nom nom.
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| Kate with her Dark Chocolate. |
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| Mine was the doorman's recommendation: Dreamsickle. It was glorious. |
After dessert, we walked to a bar that had been recommended called Closed for Business. The decor of the place was so stinkin' cool and they had like 42 beers on tap. We all tried the local and less-local brews. Mine was the Palmetto Amber, brewed right there in Charleston.
After CFB, we trekked to this place called Speak Easy. As imagined in 1933, this bar was a hole in the wall. Actually, a refurnished apartment with probably a total 30 seats and a little bar in the corner. We sat around on couches and talked as we consumed drinks with rosemary in them. The spice. In the drink. It was very strange. We chatted and gossiped until it was time to go home and we called our cabs and rolled back to Isle of Palm.
Do you remember what the what if game was??
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