(a scoop of natural vanilla bean ice cream, drowned in a double shot of espresso apollo and garnished with our very own coffee infused english toffee)
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Friday, June 1, 2012
Affogato Afternoon
Monday, May 28, 2012
Thursday, May 24, 2012
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Dedication
This is why Moe's will forever be one of my favorite bars. Your eyes to not deceive you, that is a hoveround! A powerful electric mobility system that brought this man to the front stoop of the bar. A wooden cane was the final assistance necessary to get him in the door to imbibe freely. The best part of this shadowy picture is the fact he chained it up to the handrail.. epic.
Friday, May 18, 2012
I'm on a Boat
On the second day of my existence, in Charleston, I opened a bank account. The account manager and I made small talk. It was a one sided conversion bordering an interview. He bounced well rehearsed questions at me as I eagerly poured out the new life I sought. Occasionally he would interrupt my ramblings to find out my social security number or what my four digit pin were to be. I'm sure my life story was the first of many that would filter through one ear and out the other that day. Another eager warm weather seeking midwesterner. Just after I signed the last document he shook my hand and inquired, "Do you really want to enjoy Charleston?" I remember not responding but forming a half grin on my confused face. "Find a friend that owns a boat."
Five years later it has happened and now he's wants to sell it! Don't ruin my summer.
Every day could look like this.
Skurfing(Surf/Skiing) in the Harbor..
Shrimp boats and dolphins at play..
Hit the dock in time for happy hour at Red's.
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
Tales from the Edisto
Step back Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer the Edisto is the new Mississippi and this adventure has a treehouse!
Let me revert back to the weeks leading up to this 23 mile excursion where the tales of this swampy river did not provide much confidence. Most people I talked to provided insight on survival and encounters of poisonous snakes and alligators, as if these were necessary tips. All of these self-proclaimed outdoorsmen accompanied their anecdotes with laughter and a little shake of the head. The laughter quickly turned to concern and sympathy when I voluntarily mentioned this canoe trip included my..eh hem..girlfriend. Words of encouragement were spun to questions of why? stupid? and refund? I won't say I argued against their thought process. A typical response included, "I'll have plenty of beer".
Fast forward to the time of this entry and our trip was flawless! The smile on my face could not have been slapped off if Brittney tried. Day one included 13miles and around six hours of paddling/floating. We stopped a few times along the sandy beach river banks to rest our arms, have lunch, and drink beer. The sun definitely beat down at times but the spanish moss provided a nice umbrella over the water to shade us. The river on a Thursday afternoon was peaceful as if our own private island. No venomous snakes, human hungry alligators, or swamp people (ok one) were ever a concern. We saw a plethora of turtles and even a young fawn.
Nestled in the trees just off the river view. Our tree house took me back to my youth. I never had one but this is what my little imagination conjured up as a kid. A hammock near the riverbank, fire pit, and wood framed 10x10 home twenty feet in the air. The house itself was perfect for the two of us. A simple layout of futon, coffee table, propane range, and sleeping loft provided everything we needed. We explored the small island, attempted to build a camp fire, cooked a meal, and drank ourselves to sleep. I couldn't have asked for a better night in the woods.
Early to rise the next morning, we cooked
breakfast and sipped coffee. Empty cooler in tow we loaded the rest of our belongings and set out for the final 10miles of our journey. This day hosted a little more action on the river with fishing boats and kayakers sharing what was our own peaceful journey. The paddle back was bittersweet. The sheer joy of this adventure still existed but I knew in a couple hours I would be fighting speeding traffic down the interstate. Why are we in such a rush? I could only sit and wonder when my next trip would be and what new discoveries it will bring.
Let me revert back to the weeks leading up to this 23 mile excursion where the tales of this swampy river did not provide much confidence. Most people I talked to provided insight on survival and encounters of poisonous snakes and alligators, as if these were necessary tips. All of these self-proclaimed outdoorsmen accompanied their anecdotes with laughter and a little shake of the head. The laughter quickly turned to concern and sympathy when I voluntarily mentioned this canoe trip included my..eh hem..girlfriend. Words of encouragement were spun to questions of why? stupid? and refund? I won't say I argued against their thought process. A typical response included, "I'll have plenty of beer".
Fast forward to the time of this entry and our trip was flawless! The smile on my face could not have been slapped off if Brittney tried. Day one included 13miles and around six hours of paddling/floating. We stopped a few times along the sandy beach river banks to rest our arms, have lunch, and drink beer. The sun definitely beat down at times but the spanish moss provided a nice umbrella over the water to shade us. The river on a Thursday afternoon was peaceful as if our own private island. No venomous snakes, human hungry alligators, or swamp people (ok one) were ever a concern. We saw a plethora of turtles and even a young fawn.
Nestled in the trees just off the river view. Our tree house took me back to my youth. I never had one but this is what my little imagination conjured up as a kid. A hammock near the riverbank, fire pit, and wood framed 10x10 home twenty feet in the air. The house itself was perfect for the two of us. A simple layout of futon, coffee table, propane range, and sleeping loft provided everything we needed. We explored the small island, attempted to build a camp fire, cooked a meal, and drank ourselves to sleep. I couldn't have asked for a better night in the woods.
Early to rise the next morning, we cooked
breakfast and sipped coffee. Empty cooler in tow we loaded the rest of our belongings and set out for the final 10miles of our journey. This day hosted a little more action on the river with fishing boats and kayakers sharing what was our own peaceful journey. The paddle back was bittersweet. The sheer joy of this adventure still existed but I knew in a couple hours I would be fighting speeding traffic down the interstate. Why are we in such a rush? I could only sit and wonder when my next trip would be and what new discoveries it will bring.
Friday, April 20, 2012
Riverdogs
Baseball is back. You can always count on the Charleston Riverdogs for a cheap way to have fun during the week. Dugan, Walt, and I headed over to the Joe to catch a game during opening week. Who won that day? Everyone! We had a blast feeding our faces and slugging cheap beer. There were multiple food runs which included boiled peanuts, nachos, and the pig on a stick (footlong bacon wrapped corndog)! I honestly could have spent the entire game at the doghouse sampling various hotdogs. They have crazy amounts of toppings and even feature a pickle dog. That's right a hotdog with a pickle as the bun. It's a long season I'll pace myself.
sun going down over the ashley river as the riverdogs play host to the augusta green jackets (<get it)
sun going down over the ashley river as the riverdogs play host to the augusta green jackets (<get it)
hot dogs, dollar beer, and marsh views
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