Instead of the obligatory “this was what happened on my Fourth of July,” I’m going to throw you all a curve ball and talk about day 2 of the Charleston anniversary trip.

Don’t worry, though, that Fourth post is coming.

Our second day, we got up, a little hungover, and decided that we needed breakfast.  We found this cute little place on Queen Street, appropriately named Queen Street Bakery, where they were known for their crepes and iced coffee that contained three times as much caffeine as regular coffee.  I was in heaven.  I usually don’t take anything in my coffee, but this coffee really didn’t need anything.  Even B who isn’t as much as an avid coffee drinker as myself agreed that nothing additional was needed.  Plus, the place carried Cheerwine — the best soda on earth.  I think I’ve confessed my love for it before, so I won’t make you listen to it again.

 Also, AU runs the world in case you didn’t know.

After breakfast we walked around admiring the homes we’ll never be able to afford, and probably to walk off some of that breakfast before heading to the beach.

We drove the short drive down to Folley Beach – a beach that allows no alcohol.  Zero — and they have officers that walk around and check.  Which pretty means, they don’t want you to have any fun.  The water was warm, but this beach wasn’t our thing.  Rocky sand — no alcohol allowed — and absolutely no places to park.  Hence our beautiful parking ticket — for what, might you ask.  Well, our tires were 1/2″ outside the white line — and while none of the cars in front of us got parking tickets for the exact same parking job, our poor little car with the Alabama tag sure did.  Needless to say, there will be no fun had at the beach, and the parking police make sure of that.

That night was the best night of the trip — the best part of the whole trip.  We had reserved tickets for a sunset catamaran sail — it was raining when we showed up, and we were afraid the ship wouldn’t sail.  But we settled in to a nearby restaurant bar for beverages — until the rain let up and the captain announced only a fifteen minute delay.  It actually ended up being a beautiful ride.

We ended the night at that same restaurant with some amazing food — or it could have been because we were starving.  I did have the most amazing shrimp burger I could have had.  Which made for a pretty happy girl.  

The sail ride was incredible.  We ended our trip with a fancy brunch the next day and then proceeded on to our seven hour trip back home.  It was definitely a welcomed escape from reality for a bit, and it was so beautiful.

Normally I hate splitting up vacation posts, but I took a lot of pictures and don’t want to picture overload anyone, because that’s not very nice.  Is that a run-on sentence?  It sure feels like it could be, but the commas and stuff look correct…any grammar police out there, please feel free to let me know.

But that’s way off topic.  Anyway, hubs and I decided to take a long weekend in Charleston to celebrate the long five years we’ve been together.  We took off Friday, but drove to Atlanta on Thursday to help split the long drive.

We ended up eating at The Porter in Little Five, and it was delicious!  I had the shrimp and grits with an amazing IPA, and B had some delicious looking sandwich thing that actually was pretty delicious.  I didn’t take pictures, because I was starving and gobbled that thing up pretty damn quick.

Next day, we got up and faced a four and half hour drive before getting to Charleston.  We decided to run around and explore before our dinner reservations that night.

After our obligatory first drink and snack (because I thought I was going to die of starvation), we went back to the hotel to get ready for dinner.  

B had made reservations at Cypress, a pretty fancy little joint.  And I will just tell you that the food and service were both fantastic.  It even started pouring down rain while we were in there, and they have a cute little bar upstairs, where we rode out the storm.

After dinner and our after-dinner drinks, we headed across the street to the Gin Joint for our night cap.

It was a perfectly quaint little place with old fancy drinks and a section for you two pick two words and the bartender will make his own drink for you.  I didn’t get quite what I asked for (which was sweet and refreshing), but it was good nonetheless.

Of course, this is only day one, and there’s lots more to come!