Girls vs. Boys

Legrand Playa and the Sandy Bottom Committee

Back from the 4th annual Sullivan's Island family junket. We have missed the Atlantic. Beavers out in full force, many bathing suits finely put to the test in tidepools. Beach is the best babysitter EVER. Mo and Coco put on the show and as always, the little people ran the joint. The middle people mostly policed cupcake faces and worked on our tans. Grand times.

Week kicked off in Charleston, 6th annual renewing of wows. We dined at HUSK and I was a little too sauced to remember exactly what I ordered but I remember vaporizing it ably. Beaver, in stomach concealing stripes.



Morning one on Sully's, the hunt for the GOLDBUG, recovered by the JANEBUG.



In my Benji Hughes reminder.



Cap'n MO, feeling Han Solo.


The Jibber, mid jibbing.


McNair, moments from announcing his retirement from the parlour.


View from the porch.

Run of show.











Kennedy Spotting!







White out in the red room.



Portrait pictures.




Managed a fishing trip with the lads.



And the sign-off, Isolation Drills, Mark II.



Stay Gay Charleston!

Romans 7:10

The girls are in NY, I'm Deep Eddy solo. Did manage a weekender. Got as epic as a 38 gets these days, meaning bed before midnight and lots of baby advice dished over fancy coffee and hand kneaded donuts. I always miss the mates, but seeing them makes for a painful travel day home. Well, that and being carriaged next to guy seemingly asleep carpet-bombing coach. New York has magic like TEXAS has Tahoe Escalade Denalis. Both useful.

Eating breakfast for dinner and listening to Tanner, the blood brothers and a couple versions of Greenlander. Worth revisiting if you're that kind of effort.

Kick things off with the painting I once tried to buy.



Opened in Southole. Destination, Ranch Bostic-Floyd. The Pertuzs in tow. A gathering of theologians, danglers and guys who don't get out enough. Famous times and lucky to have wives. And a couple new recruits.










HH arranged a half day on the water. Many cherries broken.







Evidence of Brooklyn's good taste.



Main event - the wedding. What a room, what a bride and groom. We look forward to new neighbors and porch beers with our first local family. This was truly a treat. Sorry about camera dying before the regal eagles made the appearance.




Warm-up dumplings, Joe's.



A close second on main event, the reunion of the year:


Sunday with the too jive crew.



This is what I'm missing:


Final flourish: