Katie Bar the Door...

So after looking at my previous post I realized that I’ve probably been unhealthily internalizing things for a while now with work being so busy and no respite except sleep, and very little of that.

So tonight I won’t rant. Heck, I won’t even mention anything inflammatory.

Instead I’ll share my good fortune. Tomorrow I leave for a lazy weekend in Charleston. Whit’s dad lives in Mt. Pleasant about 2 miles from the Isle of Palms and I can’t think of a nicer way to spend Easter than waking up, driving down the street to the beach and sitting until I crave beer. That takes care of 9 to 9:15 am.

I’ll just wing it for the rest of the day.

So in lieu of me not being computer handy this weekend (yes I’ll take the laptop, no I probably won’t blog) I’ll just get the weekend post down now and hope my fervently addicted readers don’t go into withdrawal too bad while I’m gone. Both of them.

I’ll let this edition of THE GOOD LIFE center around all things Charlestonian in order to further share my blessing.

Let’s start with Music. Tomorrow night we’ll be meeting some friends (who recently moved to James Island from Boston - good move there) at the Windjammer on Isle of Palms to have some tasty beverages and watch Tishamingo. I’m not too familiar with the band, they have a road-house kind of feel, but that doesn’t even matter. Given the opportunity to go to Folly and listen to live music by the ocean I’d listen to Zamfir fart into his pan flute all night, just no Streisand, a man’s got to have his standards you know.

Now that music is taken care of we can discuss the important things, like food and beer. Since I’ll be feet wet for the majority of my stay I’ll be eating crustaceans, multiple, cold, and domestic. I don’t discriminate either, if it lives in a shell under salt water, boil it, broil it or shuck it, plaster some Tabasco and butter on it and move out of the way…

As for beer, well, one of the nice treats I get for leaving the great state of Georgia is one of my all time fav’s in a green bottle: Yuengling. For some reason ( I think it probably has something to do with me torturing animals when I was very young) Georgia doesn’t sell Yuengling beer. This isn’t special in and of itself except for the fact that every state that borders Ga. sells Yuengling, and cheap too. If you have the means of picking some up I highly recommend it. I have introduced many people to this beer (you have to spread this kind of love) and never have I given one to anyone who didn’t give a double take and end up drinking the stuff all night long (which includes my entire band who managed to rack up an almost $400 bar tab drinking Yuengling at $2.50 a bottle - do the math)

And of course now there’s the obligatory cigar. I have several I’ve been saving for just such an occasion, though I can’t think of one in particular I’d like to smoke. Luckily there is a fantastic tobacconist right down the street from the house down there who is always more than willing to purvey some lovely stogies at fare market value. Heck, if I make it to Charleston (downtown) I can visit an old haunt, the Smoking Lamp, which just happens to be one of the oldest Tobacconists in America. It opened in 1897 and still carries the charm of the old city. Either way, for a few hours of my trip, I will bask in a warm cloud of Nicaraguan or Honduran or Dominican smoke.

Of course I’ll be shooting (pictures) like mad while I’m there, I’ve finally devoted myself to this book thing and if I start now I might be able to get it to a publisher by the time my kids hit puberty. I’ll try to bring some good shots and great memories back to share. In the mean time, find a shady spot, throw on the Buffett, crank up your blenders, and wax beach bum for a spell.

Until I make landfall once more,


Drink like it’s cheap, drive it like you stole it, and eat like it’s free.


Argh.


Captain.