After photos of apparitions in dungeons, we walked towards a church, a closed church. A tiny little cloud of despair was watching over head. One of our ladies had tired feet, another was thinking about her next meal, a third was ready for an adventure, the fourth anticipating a night out and the final fifth, ready for a drink.
The Blind Tiger Pub was on the way to the car. Just one drink would be had, as we all knew the history of this historical bar, frequented during prohibition. It fulfilled many of our current needs, a drink, an adventure, a place to sit, potential food and one step closer to home. We were all still smiling, all happy, no inkling of a any bad weather to come.
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| Blind Tiger Pub History- click here |
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| Our Ladies at The Blind Tiger Pub |
We moved on to catch the tail end of happy hour at Pearlz Oyster Bar. An extremely popular raw bar restaurant, well known for the best oysters and oyster shooters. Anyone who loved oysters was strategically seated at a table, the bar or side bar, at this time in the very popular, very crowded restaurant.
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| Three guys shucking oysters, could not keep up with the happy hour rush. |
For two of our ladies, this was top on their list of many Charleston attractions to experience. One of our ladies, not an oyster connoisseur, felt crowded and was ready to leave with hopes of finding real food. She was not accustomed to elbow to elbow crowds, like her travel companions. We had hijacked one chair at the sidebar, for all five us. Five determined girls, on a mission, can be very convincing when they need something immediately. We waited impatiently for service, but eventually were presented with 18 fine looking specimens which were quickly devoured, along with two oyster shooters. Once again we headed back towards the car, or so we thought.
We passed the infamous rooftop Pavilion Bar on top of the Market Pavilion Hotel, which one of us had researched for this trip. How many of us wanted to see a sunset on top of the five star hotel? All five of us agreed and we zoomed up the elevator passing the high dollar decor. We found fancy folk, with expensive taste and drinks at the top. We took a few photos as we did everywhere we went, danced a little dance around the snooty hotel occupants. Actually, only three of us danced, while two of us hurried the others along.
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| Before Sunset on the Rooftop Market Pavilion Hotel |
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| Chelley & Margaret |
After sunset things would go awry.
One of our ladies was itching for a night out, she was ready to paint the beach town red, but a long day sightseeing had put a cramp in her grandiose plans. The minutes had ticked away quickly on the clock. We had all enjoyed cocktails, except for our designated, hungry driver.
Frustration and cocktails were a dangerous combination.
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| Fabulous Times on top of The Pavilion Bar |
One of our ladies was itching for a night out, she was ready to paint the beach town red, but a long day sightseeing had put a cramp in her grandiose plans. The minutes had ticked away quickly on the clock. We had all enjoyed cocktails, except for our designated, hungry driver.
Frustration and cocktails were a dangerous combination.
On our final attempt to get to our car, words were spoken fiercely, feelings were hurt, communication had broken down, a storm was brewing.
Sometime between a swallowed oyster and a rooftop sunset, one our ladies was compromised and a cloud had creeped over the fivesome; just as the sun set on our sunny Charleston day.
We all settled into the car. The parking ticket was nowhere to be found, there was a mad scramble to find it, which produced no results and worsened the situation. The GPS was punched in incorrectly, but we didn't know it, yet.
We all settled into the car. The parking ticket was nowhere to be found, there was a mad scramble to find it, which produced no results and worsened the situation. The GPS was punched in incorrectly, but we didn't know it, yet.
One of us was in a bad place, she was hot and she was bothered. She let out a howl and the thunder hit hard, her lighting bolts directed at only one of us. The one she cared most about, the one who would fear, yet fight the hardest against her thunderstorm of emotions. It was loud, it was unsettling, it would alter the dynamics of our happy day.
The calm after the storm is often scarier than the actual storm, as olive branches were broken and words of wind shattered glass. Our buzz quickly faded into the darkness. The silence was heavy, as tension thickened, in the moving four door, orange jeep. Would we make it back in one piece?
Will our happy community ever be restored? Will life go back to normal after the storm?
It would result in evening out for only three of the five ladies. No new revelations were produced at
The Shelter, a most popular place to be for the locals, during times of despair.
Their was now a crack in the glass, but how would we recover?
The calm after the storm is often scarier than the actual storm, as olive branches were broken and words of wind shattered glass. Our buzz quickly faded into the darkness. The silence was heavy, as tension thickened, in the moving four door, orange jeep. Would we make it back in one piece?
Will our happy community ever be restored? Will life go back to normal after the storm?
It would result in evening out for only three of the five ladies. No new revelations were produced at
The Shelter, a most popular place to be for the locals, during times of despair.
Their was now a crack in the glass, but how would we recover?
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