I really wanted to start this post with one of these, it’s just that I’m not sure how to finish these openers yet:
A blonde, a brunette, and a redhead drive into South Carolina…
OR
An accountant, a nurse, and a pharmacist are all on a road-trip together when…
Read on to see what really happened! =)
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It seems unfair to be on the verge of another trip, complete with its own blog posts and picture montages, without ever having reviewed the trip I took on Labor Day weekend.
Remember Labor Day?
Remember all the way back to the first weekend in September?
I admit it readily…
I AM SUCH A SLACKER!
To come to my own rescue for the delay {and to beat myself up for more personal faults}, I forgot my camera for the trip. Since I forgot my camera, I had to rely on my friends’ pictures for this post, which took me a while to get {still my fault, not theirs!}
The camera was packed and sitting nicely in its little travel bag, along with the tiny camcorder, which were left sitting in the bedroom where ALL OF MY BATHING SUITS were left as well.
So at least the camera was packed, just not put into the car. The bathing suits didn’t even get packed before being left. They weren’t even a thought for a frickin’ beach trip.
I loathe myself sometimes.
Thankfully, I have fabulous friends who loan me things like pictures and bathing suits. Friends who put up with a nut like me, a nice nut who did all the driving from Kentucky to Charleston, SC and then precedes to turn slap happy as usual when the exhaustion set in at dinner that night:
{FYI: tanning bed goggles found in your purse can be used for entertainment purposes without a single tanning bed in sight…}
Luckily, my friends can be just as nutty…
Have you ever been to Charleston?
I’m ready to go back. This time though, I will forgo the hotel, instead taking my husband and my pup, find a sweet realtor and move in for good!
I don’t think I’ve ever fell in love so hard with a city.
It’s gorgeous, laid back, has BOAT LOADS of shopping {the high end kind and the my end kind =)}, tons of history, amazing architecture, and food that will knock your socks off!
I have never tried dinner grits before BUT OH MY STARS, this lobster/shrimp/scallops/butter/grits thang was to die for.
I am now a full fledged grits lover.
{and a good 10 pounds heavier still from this trip}
These pictures are barely even a sideways glimpse at the massive mansions {around 30-40 thousand square feet} built by plantation owners a couple hundred years ago. They were – for lack of a better term– magical.
Photos taken from our horse drawn carriage tour – a must in Charleston.
I’m fairly certain I could have fit in perfectly in this era.
A long southern draw, petticoats and hoop skirts, huge parties, gossip over tea, dramatic fainting and all.
You can just call me Miss Scarlet.
On our last day, we woke up early {a small feat for these 3 working girls} to catch the sunrise at the beach.
Totally worth it.
Rebecca ~ Stephanie ~ Ellen.
I may have missed my calling as a true southern bell, but I may still one day answer the call of beach bum. I can see myself living mighty happily in this quaint home with the backyard beach =)
I’ll be back, Charleston!
Now to decide whether to take the clunky Canon Rebel to New York, risking looking like the obvious tourist, while bringing home some awesome photo memories…
Decisions, decisions.
