Pretty Bride: Was today your favorite part of this trip?
Me: Yes. Well, maybe. I liked the night at Hank‘s when we sat at the “community table” with the destination wedding party a good bit. Or maybe the hours we spent at Folly Beach, when all the youngsters were running around enjoying the ocean. Or the carriage ride through town! I liked that best.
I reckon not being able to figure out the most enjoyed part of a 4-day trip means the second attempt at combining a work trip with a family vacation is the charm. Why?
1.) The weather was perfect. 70s instead of 100 like our trip to Sandestin in August.
2.) The hotel was great. It was way more expensive than the condo in Florida but had a faster elevator and better air conditioning. And a thick locking door between the two adjoining rooms.
3.) I didn’t stay out til sunrise every night drinking. Most nights, I was in by midnight!
4.) Charleston is a better city than Sandestin. Hell, South Carolina is a better state than Florida.
5.) The “big nasty” at the Hominy Grill kills the Donut Hole. Look at this stack of Heaven.
6.) Owen the Ranger is much better than Owen the sunburned Lobster.
7.) An entire meal using no utensils while eating on a piece of plywood is so much better than being fancy.
8.) You can’t beat having a local resident serve as tour guide. She probably thought I’d forget her offer after we sat together for 20 hours of round-trip flying to Hawaii a few months ago, but I didn’t.
1.) Watching Owen unapologetically crawl into the lap of the girl sitting down the row from us on our harbor cruise. Pimp.
2.) Seeing traffic on I-26, hitting “detour” on my Garmin, and then following a dirt road for several miles in rural South Carolina while fully expecting to never see pavement again.
3.) For the first time in 20 years of legal driving, I ran out of gas. On I-20 West, 80 miles from Atlanta. At 9pm. After an entire day on our feet at Middleton Place. Thank you, local Greene County sheriff, for carrying me to two gas stations in search of a can for sale to fill with two gallons of gas, and then for leading us another five miles up the road to make sure we made it to the nearest filling station to finish the job.
And to Pretty Bride: next time when we pull over for dinner, and I say, “Remind me to get gas before we get back on the interstate” and you say, “I’m sure you’ll remember,” know that I really need to be reminded.