wedding road trip

Night in Charleston

I wasn’t expecting much from Charleston. But then I saw this:

And this:

Our hotel, Charleston Place, was, as my editor from Service Magic would say, “a little slice of heaven.” Ben, the world’s greatest bellhop/concierge/cool Southern gentleman, gave us the heads up on the best places to go for a walk before dinner and also confided that he’s testing out his super awesome girlfriend by taking her on a road trip in September. He also managed to swing us a sweet upgrade to a room that looked something like this:

And this:

The room had a television that actually rose BY ITSELF from a wooden box at the foot of the bed. I could have entertained myself with that for hours, had Chris not forced me to go to dinner.

Dinner was at Magnolia’s, which easily added ten pounds to my thighs yet a million ounces of warmth to my heart. Chris and I tried grits, fried chicken, pork shoulder, and biscuits before we called it a day and drug our fat, lifeless bodies back to the hotel. But not before we had ice cream from Kirwin’s.

Forgive me Jillian Michaels, for I have sinned. And it FELT.SO.GOOD.

Day 18: Detour!

Chris and I left Orlando this morning with the intention of driving up to Atlanta to see one of Chris’s grad school friends. When we didn’t hear back from the guy, we figured we’d still find a local joint in Buckhead and cruise to a cool restaurant before hauling up to Louisville to see the Ritchays on Tuesday.

As we were driving, we kept thinking about our friend Jessica’s advice that we should definitely swing through Savannah instead of Atlanta. Being the freewheeling wild and crazy kids that we are (cough), we rerouted on the fly and drove out to Savannah, Georgia instead.

No offense to the lovely residents of Savannah, but we just weren’t feeling it. Maybe it was the Outback Steakhouse we saw as we turned on to the main drag. Maybe it was the guy who tossed an entire cigarette and lighter out his car window as we puttered down Bay St. Or maybe it was this description we read on TripAdvisor: “Go to Charleston to walk, walk, walk. Go to Savannah to eat, eat, eat.”

Given the amount of food and alcohol we’ve consumed over the past eighteen days, we chose the former.

P.S. I’d post pictures of our drive to Charleston, but someone (ahem, Chris) decided to leave the camera in the trunk, where it’s super useful on gorgeous drives up the coast.