(((warning: i haven’t done a travel post in a while (like, literally, the last time i remember posting about trips i’ve taken and included tons of pictures was a vacation from like two years ago – WHOA), so i’ve kind of forgotten how to “do” one. hence, lots of pictures and rambling follows. proceed at your own risk.)))
A few months ago, my amazingly poised and classy friends and I (simultaneously the baby of the group and the infinitely less classy one) decided to go to Charleston for a weekend. Katrina, the Monica of the group had an Airbnb booked about a week after we threw the idea out there, and we started making official plans soon after. A few weeks after that, Kat asked if I wanted to just ride home to Florida with her after our weekend, since my siblings and I had planned to visit them the following weekend anyway. My weekend trip quickly turned into a ten day trip. Needless to say, I was excited.
On the way to Charleston, we stopped off at a college near me so that Kat could check it out. While she was in a meeting, I read a book under a tree and people-watched, feeling a lot like Rory Gilmore in that one episode. We had a long – long – talk with a friend who went there, and ended up not getting to Charleston ’til about 10pm. (Rachel, who met us there, had gotten there at a more decent hour and scoped the area for us. What a pal.)
Coming from a very homeschooled family where every trip has to have some kind of educational value, my last trip to Charleston (literally about ten years ago) involved an abundance of historical sites and no shopping whatsoever. That said, the girls’ plan to “just shop a little and maybe find Rainbow Row and that pineapple fountain and do a coffee shop hop” sounded like bliss – and so incredibly foreign. (I’m still so homeschooled, even though I’ll be finishing college in the spring. W h y.)
Literally half of the first day was just spent exploring – and wishing we were rich enough to afford one of the houses. I was obsessed with the doors that led to the porches and the cobblestones. There was this one house with an assortment of pumpkins all scattered on the porch steps. It looked so beautiful. I know pumpkins are relatively cheap, but I want a fancy house to put them on.
We walked through a cemetery, which was the only historical/learning thing we did. (PRAISE.) However, Kat and I geeked out over John Rutledge’s grave (and an Alexis de Tocqueville mention on the plaque), so I think that qualifies – and cements how crazily obsessed with history we both are.
We spent the rest of the morning walking around, ducking into random bakery/coffee shops, and taking entirely too many pictures. Again, it was so chill, and my little heart enjoyed it so much. The closest I got to going to an actual historical site was taking a picture of Fort Sumter across the water.
I also took way too many pictures of food. I have about three dozen pictures of half & half being poured into my coffee from the last day we were there because I’m obsessed with how it slowly mixes itself in and swirls around. (Rachel did an entire blog post solely about our food, so click here if you’d like to read that – and then follow her because she’s amazing.) The above is the “Homemade Greek Lemon Chicken Soup” from Taziki’s, the first place where we ate lunch the first day (and it was phenomenal, by the way).
After lunch, we walked around King Street a little more, then watched people protest Trump’s presidency for about two seconds before we ducked into a hat store to get away from it. We ended up talking about it for like fifteen minutes with a twenty-something guy who worked there. It was enlightening and super encouraging. Then, we ducked into Anthropologie and we all decided that we’d like to live there. (I swear one day I’ll have enough money to buy a fancy house with a porch to put pumpkins on and a cute Anthropologie outfit to wear while doing it.)
We walked around a lot (and got super tired), we sat in a little bar inside a hotel and listened to a man play piano. I ordered a Shirley Temple, Rachel got creme brulee, and Kat got a fancy cocktail that I tried and liked. Although it was only afternoon, we started thinking our 9:45 reservation at a fancy restaurant (the only open one when we’d booked it the night before) wasn’t such a good idea. Kat called and got it changed to a much earlier time, and we slowly made our way back to the parking garage where our car was parked. We ended up changing in the car. (Cross THAT off my bucket list!)
We ate at Magnolias, and it was fabulous. As per the usual, we talked about dating and relationships and how we’re all so glad we’re single because we didn’t have to clear the Charleston trip with anyone (except our parents). That was basically the theme of the weekend – appreciating our singleness. I’ve been around too many girls who pine after guys (and I’ve definitely been that girl too many times), so it was so great to spend time with girls who not only enjoy being single, but embrace it! Love these two. ❤
That night, we thought about crashing a wedding before deciding against it, going back to our little apartment, and watching The Nanny Diaries. SO GOOD. I’ve seen it about five times, but it just gets better every time. I love introducing it to people, especially fans of Chris Evans. We started it at the exact same time our earlier reservation was, and were so happy to be in our pjs, in bed, watching a movie, instead of wearing pinchy shoes and just starting dinner.
The next morning, we were in Charleston by mid-morning. It started raining right when we got there, and we ended up turning around and heading back to where we’d parked Kat’s car to get umbrellas out of her car. I took pictures of the rain on the window (because I’m also obsessed with rain on windows).
We realized we’d hit everything we wanted to see the day before – King Street, the pineapple fountain, and Rainbow Row (which we didn’t even know we’d seen ’til we drove by there again and said “Hey, didn’t we take pictures of that yesterday?”). Since it was raining and since we had no further plans, the girls got biscuits at a cute hole-in-the-wall place, and then we parked ourselves at a super hipster coffee shop. (I loved the inside and took a lot of pictures, but the coffee ended up being kind of gross, so I won’t post them.) For the next, like, three hours, we talked about our five-year plans. It was amazing. (And it also made me feel super young because in five years I’ll only be a year or two older than they are now. I mean it when I say I’m the baby of our little trio.)
I’m gonna brag on these girls a little more.
Some girls would include marriage in their future plans, but not these two.
Now, obviously we all had something akin to marriage on our five-year plans (which we actually wrote down and are going to hold each other to, BLESS THESE WOMEN). But these girls aren’t married to the idea of marriage (heh…heh…). They know it’s not guaranteed, and that really blesses me because I know too many girls who have their hearts set on marriage, and are so depressed when it doesn’t happen when they want it to.
These girls are pursuing other things – master’s degrees and good jobs and traveling and moving out and hobbies. It’s so refreshing to be around like-minded girls who are pursuing the same goals and I love them very much.
Anyway, back to food.
We found this little house-turned-restaurant and ducked in literally only because it was warm, but it was so cute on the inside that we were really happy we did. (Not to mention the fact that the food was amazing.) And we sat and talked about being single some more.
If you think the only thing we did was eat and drink coffee and talk about being single… yeah, basically, that’s what we did. But it’s okay because we walked miles and worked all the food and coffee off – and the conversation was SO INCREDIBLY GOOD. And single people talk about being single and relationships and stuff. #getoverit
Then we jammed out in the car to Hamilton – obviously – and took one last picture.
All in all, I think we’d all count the trip a massive success. Even though it rained – which we didn’t plan on – and even though we changed some of our plans as we made them – like that reservation, which wasn’t even a good idea in the first place (honestly, who goes to dinner at 9:45? only people who are actually fancy, unlike us absolute fakers)… we still really enjoyed ourselves. It was my first official “girls weekend,” and my first trip without any siblings (I missed them but HALLELUJAH), and I think it set a pretty high bar for the next one. Which will happen sometime soon. We’re already planning it.
Anyway, then I went to Kat’s house for a week and then my siblings came down and we went to Disney and Universal.
But that’s another post for another time.