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!