To the sea

Sarah's giant suitcase (we only stayed two nights).  And every time we got ready she says, "I don't have anything to wear!!"

 Floppy hats...which didn't work too well because my head got burnt and we all got miserably sunburned in strange patches.

Twankies.

 Not a great picture, but a whole lot of disco balls.

 Waiting at Hominy Grill.  This was a 45 minute wait but was said to be one of the best places to eat in Charleston. 

While the beach was beautiful, we saw many things and learned a few lessons. 

1) Don't drink alcohol on the beach. EVER.  Even if you think you are hydrating yourself with water in between gulps of rum and pineapple juice. 

2) If a mob of fraternity boys with their sorority friends plant themselves three feet away from you, be prepared to pack it up and move or you will listen to a lot of cussing, beer funneling, and vomiting.  With these crazies, we also saw a guy with a house arrest anklet and the smallest Asian girl in the world funnel a beer by herself before noon. 

 3) Even if you've put sunscreen on 4 times in 4 hours, keep putting it on.  And put it everywhere.  My leg has a sunburn patch that looks like Russia.

 4) Bring pepto and aleve, lots of it.

Aside from the headaches, stomachaches, being wiped out by the sun (and the rum), walking in the heat, being stood up by a former undergrad classmate, taking a taxi ride in a van with a driver who had a cool accent and wanted to stop at this pink building on the way to our hotel to "get a tshirt"  (she let me look at it and no sort of baggies fell out, and we ended up bonding a little talking about skin, age, and mother/daughter relationships), I'd say we had a good time.