SO. Since I’ve been posting daily, I thought I’d dive into some unfinished drafts (I HAVE OVER 100!!) and either delete if it’s terrible, edit and post if it’s awesome, or post as-is if it’s good enough. This is one of the good enough ones – so glad I saved it, so sad I didn’t have time to get more memories down contemporaneously (working, always) but so happy these were preserved. A year ago almost, the husband and I had a weekend away in Charleston to attend the wedding of friends. Here were my few observations, jotted down a year ago now:
- A ten hour drive without children is as difficult to endure as a thirty minute drive with children.
- Pub lunch of fried pickles, corn fritters, and a burger
- Dinner at fulton Five – same table. Marauding costumed ghost tour attendees drifted by the window. The street sparkled with rain. We ate sea scallops with eggplant parmesan (ok) and wide spinach noodles, wild boar, in a sweet onion sauce (amazing). A light red wine, an appetizer of mozzarella, proscuitto, topped in a hollandaise and wrapped in romaine. Warm romaine. It worked.
- Breakfasts at the B&B – the second day we had a warm and fluffy fritatta topped with hollaindaise and bread crumbs, golden dewlicious melon, coffee cake. The first day was sausage balls, a cup of berries, and pineapple upside down french toast. Hot delicious coffee in a large ceramic mug, orange juice. Conversation. Roll tide, Asheville, Portland.
- Walking walking walking, for hours. Christmas shopping on King Street. Choice between nap and walking to the battery – we choose the battery and it is freezing.
- They were to have been married on the Boone Hall cotton dock, the water a scenic backdrop behind the wedding party. Instead, driven inside by chill rain and an ill-timed cold front, all of their family and friends pulled up fold-out wooden chairs before a giant fireplace in the cozy confines of a cheerily lit barn. Lights were strung from the overhead rafters, tea light candles twinkled on the mantle. A fire blazing in the hearth behind them, Dan and Kay were married as the wind and light rain blew a chilly gale outside. It was beautiful. In years to come I think they will be glad that the weather forced us inside – them and their loved ones huddled together, riding out a storm with cheer. And lots of bourbon!