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The Good: A Fun Weekend with Friends in Charleston

After a mild delay in DC on Thursday morning (which the airline didn't ever call a delay, they just changed the flight time on the departure board and didn't say anything about it) I was off to Charleston for the Weekend. One of my co-travelers and high school friends, Devon, was supposed to land in Charleston about an hour before me, but he called to tell me he'd be arriving after me, and began telling the story of how he got lost on his way to the airport when he ran out of change for the pay phone. Since the airport was a good 12 miles from the hotel, I figured waiting for him was worth it rather than for both of us to have to pay cab fare. Devon and my arrangement was to meet at the closest alcohol-serving establishment to his arriving gate, and there I sat for two hours, drinking beer and chitchatting with the pleasant Aussie bartender, who happened to hail from mac's hometown.

After he arrived, Devon and I went to the hotel, checked in, and sipped champagne on the terra cotta patio in front of the wrought iron lion fountain until wine and cheese hour began and we switched to merlot and water crackers. veejay, Alan, and Matty arrived from New York early that evening, with a Seinfeldesque tale of parking at JFK only to remember their flight departed from LaGuardia.

Two more of our highschool friends now live in the Charleston area, Shawn and Z. We didn't have Z's contact information immediately, so we contacted Shawn, who said Z was working that night, but that he could hang out. The only issue was that the mother of his 2 year-old had refused to take the boy for the weekend and we wuold have to come to his house.

Along with VJ's hotel credit, he also had a credit with Avis for a luxury rental, with which he rented a Jaguar. The five of us piled in, and succumbed immediately to the inevitable "Shaguar" lure. We fired up the NEV-R-LOST system, circled the hotel while it got its bearings, headed to Shawn's place for the evening, and closed the night with what turned out to be most of our party's maiden trip to the Waffle House.

At the hotel, you had the option of enjoying your continental breakfast in the lobby, on the patio, or should you fill out the card and hang it on your doorknob, in your room. After breakfast in our kimonos (which were just bathrobes after all) we ventured out into the Market and roamed the streets where I ran into a friend from my freshman year at Mason, who was in town to go to her then roommate's wedding. The tone of the day was set early, as our first sunshower hit at around 12:30. We hid from the first one over lunch and beers, but the remainder of the day was peppered with 10 minute showers every half hour or so. We covered most of downtown Charleston on foot that day, stopping to watch the fiddler crabs on the waterfront taunt one another, and for another round of beers at a bar in a building that came up only 30 years after Charleston did. We went back to the hotel for wine and cheese hour, and drank on the patio until we met Shawn for dinner, and after another battle with the EV-R-LOST went out to the bar where Z works at.

VJ decided on Friday that the only thing he wanted to do on Saturday was rent a speedboat. And rent a speedboat we did. For four hours, we tooled around the bay, stopping at little beaches on uninhabited islands (where I found a conch shell) and bouncing in the wake of larger boats. Sure there was a lot of screaming and begging to slow down then, but in hindsight, it was awesome. Near the final hour of our time with the boat, we noticed all of the sailboats pointing in the same direction, and then noticed the ominous swath of black sky chasing them back to their docks. We continued to play in the waves until we realized it was rain we were feeling and not sea spray.

Saturday night we barhopped until we found a very cool bar to close with and got some incredible late night pita on the way back (it was all in the roll job). I crashed nearly immediately, and woke up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom to find Alan in the living room of the suite saying "the hurricane is here!"
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