Night 1
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Day 1
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Into CharlestonSwank, Zeena, Mike and I decide to explore Charleston before the rehearsal dinner. We grab a cab and head to an oyster bar. Wine and a giant platter of oysters, each quad a different kind of sweetness or saltiness. I smother mine in sauce. Mike makes fun of me for this.
After, we walk to Sweetbay Honey. It's a store full of, yup, honey. We do a mead tasting but somehow I'm already suuuper tipsy and cannot finish anything. We sample some honeycomb (SO tasty) on apple slices and leave with a little jar of honey and some honey coffee. Swank tells us that he discovered a secret garden. What? Yes, a secret garden. He's super excited. Do we want to see it? he asks. Duh. We follow him down what appears to be an alley between two buildings, but that turns out to be an entrance to an actual secret garden. Or, a secret cemetery, anyway. It's beautiful. We get quiet and walk around and enjoy it. It's a highlight for me. After, we walk over to Husk and everyone (except me, still too tipsy) orders a round of drinks. The inside of this place is cool. We chat and drink and then head back to get ready for the reception. |
Wardrobe Issues
Here's the thing. I don't know what to wear. I never know what to wear. Wearing the right thing gives me anxiety, mostly because I get it wrong. I underdress. Sometimes I overdress. It doesn't really matter, because it's clothing, but actually yes it does matter, to me. Very much. I'm like the high schooler who never grew out of the "what do I wear today" angst. I just can't figure it out.
Here's the other thing. It's cold this weekend. Like, really cold. Much colder than anyone expected. I was going to wear a sundress to the rehearsal dinner, but now everyone's saying they're wearing jeans.
Here's the other-other thing. I underpack. I never bring enough options. I don't have a cold weather contingency plan.
I'm a mess. I throw on a cotton shirt and jeans and wedges at the last second. I'm still cold the whole night. But at least it's not a dress.
Here's the other thing. It's cold this weekend. Like, really cold. Much colder than anyone expected. I was going to wear a sundress to the rehearsal dinner, but now everyone's saying they're wearing jeans.
Here's the other-other thing. I underpack. I never bring enough options. I don't have a cold weather contingency plan.
I'm a mess. I throw on a cotton shirt and jeans and wedges at the last second. I'm still cold the whole night. But at least it's not a dress.
The Counter Top StoryIt's late at night after the rehearsal dinner. Mike's already asleep and I'm in bed following suit. There are some people mingling downstairs, but it's fairly quiet.
And then, I hear it. SNAP. I'm up in a second. Jesus, someone broke something. The table? I walk downstairs and there it is. The granite counter top. Snapped right in half. Zach's standing next to it, just staring. Everyone's silent. "He tried to jump up on it," Zeena whispers to me. I gape. Roll my eyes and go back to bed. Oh, Zach. He ends up paying to get it fixed, but that would happen. |
Day 2
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Our Favorite Memories
Mike: "I don't know." He's not in the mood for it right now.
For me, it was practicing "touches" with the soccer ball. I was obsessed with that thing!
For me, it was practicing "touches" with the soccer ball. I was obsessed with that thing!