Last night, at around 10:30, Nick Sam and I were sitting downstairs wondering what to do on a friday night. this is a rough transcript of what happened:
- me: “hey let’s go to Charleston.” Sam- “YEA” Nick-”heh” Alex-”Me too!”
So we tried to get Sam’s beachhouse people on the phone, but their slackerishness didn’t pick up, but we drove on anyway. Listening to really awesome rap even though I’m not sure who liked rap in the car; Nick maybe.
Edit: Waffle House at 2am is a magnet for scary people. But hasbrowns with ham and cheese is tasty enough.
So we arrived on the Isle of Palms, my childhood home (stinkin wonderful!), and of course Sam’s house was booked. Booo. At that point, rather than going to someone’s house for the night, we just stayed on the beach. Since no one prepared, it got a little cold between 3 and 6, but no worries.
A quick stop at CVS and we grabbed some glow sticks. Sam’s Canon takes very good long exposure light-motion pictures, so we had a lot of fun trying to spell “USC” all in one picture. The glow sticks also doubled as a flashlight.
A truck came randomly down the beach through the dark, and Sam kinda freaked out, so we all ran off the beach. I was fairly sure the boogeymonster was chasing us.
We walked down the beach and talked about Jellyfish and Sharks. I build a sand-bed, but we moved after like 10 minutes. The lady at a local hotel was very kind, and didn’t mind us sitting in the lobby playing checkers (take that Nick!), or sleeping out on the pool deck.
Finally about 6am, we all got up and walked to the car, and drove to Chick-Fil-A (after a wrong turn), and had breakfast. Then quickly drove back to IOP, 25th avenue, and sat down to watch the sunrise. It was simply spectacular. The clouds, ocean, random-couple-with-huge-hair-who-stood-right-in-front-of-the-sun, the geese flying in a V. Whew, awesome!
Psalm 19:1 The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands.
