Macro shot of the placemats at the Marina
When I got home from running the bridge and a day of shopping with my parents last Saturday, I had every intention of falling asleep before nine. But my roommates had other plans. Rose told me about one of her friends whose boyfriend was having a bonfire on John’s Island. I took convincing, but I was in.
For those who don’t live in Charleston, John’s Island is between 30 and 45 minutes from town and is pure boonies. I wasn’t sure what to expect. We pulled onto an unmarked dirt road and approached three doublewides with no lights. This is when I became concerned.
Rose’s friend came out to greet us, where we went into a real live house. A boy house, meaning Playboy instead of toilet paper, but a house nonetheless. I should also clarify that although I am from the geographic “South,” I am by no means a country girl (it’s not Caroline in the Country for a reason). I do, however, know a country song or two and can drink beer with the NASCAR crowd.
I was not prepared for what was before me: a pickup truck blaring country tunes, a beer pong table fashioned out of the bed of the truck, a fake deer head with a lamp clipped on which served as the only lighting, a bonfire, a keg and 50 or so guys, one of which was named Bubba. I kid you not. One of the girls remarked that it was like a different country. Turns out I forgot my passport.
It made me realize that I am a snob when it comes to my Southern heritage. I don’t consider myself to be that Southern because I don’t have an accent and know more about boutiques and restaurants downtown than I do about shooting a gun (which I have never done).
Maybe one day you will see me decked out in mossy oak camo, but that day is not today.
i have always wanted to visit charleston… so i am very jealous :)
Just found your blog and I'm so glad I did, it's adorable! I've never been to Charleston, but I've heard it's beautiful. Can't wait to read more of your posts : )
Looks like we need to take you out to the farm and break out the guns and bottles. I am sorry you were deprived of the proper Southern tradition of shooting bottles off of logs. You also might need to learn to drive a 4 X 4 through the mud!
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