I like music just as much as the next person. Okay, maybe a little less. And maybe my tastes run towards weirder shit. Harmonicas. Metal. Scream-o. Folk bands. Banjos and rhythm.
But the hubs loves music. Hence the trip to NYC. And also the reason for our mini-vacation this week.
We dropped the girls off at the kennel, ate breakfast at a little local place and proceeded to drive the easy two hours to Charleston, where we immediately went to the beach. Then it was checking into the hotel, relaxing a little bit, and heading out to the little shopping areas downtown.
|My legs blend in with the sand.|
|Whipped cream, espresso, salted caramel, whiskey pecan and "Savannah Buttermint". Amazing.|
|This is a rye distiller. For whiskey. I think. Because it isn't as pure as vodka/rum/gin and only needs the little tuber thingy.|
|Shitfuck, guys. I am a beer drinker. Barf.|
|Kasen spaetzle and a kale/quinoa burger, topped with swiss cheese, fried onions and an egg. Delicious.|
|Why do my fingers look so creepy long?|
|That's Dave. I'm pretty sure.|
The next day, we had amazing biscuits at place called Callie's Hot Little Biscuits. Then we ventured out to all three tack stores in the area. I was specifically looking for tall, zip-up field boots to replace mine that have died (no luck), venice turpentine for Ox (luck), and a new halter for Archie (no luck). I also snagged a new crop, because it was $4, a used dressage girth (Lettia Coolmax, $20), some bell boots and some Sore No More Gelotion. Then it was lunch and a drive home, during which I slept. :)