Carrie Bradshaw -- the source upon which I derive all wisdom regarding shoes, sex, & the most divinely posh cocktails -- once said, "If Lewis (the sailor) was right and you only get one great love, New York may just be mine... and I can't have nobody talkin' shit about my boyfriend."
I took Ace to watch the fireworks at Joe Riley Stadium on friday night. For those non-Charlestonians who aren't familiar, let me clue you in. After every Friday night home game at the Riverdogs baseball stadium, the skyline of Charleston lights up with the most unbelievable display of fireworks. I, being the savvy Charleston gal that I am, have recently discovered the perfect nook upon which to gaze at this spectacle and take full advantage of its space. As I stood there watching the bright purples and clear whites exploding into the cool Friday night air, I could not dismiss the overwhelming feeling of fortune. I mean really, look at this incredible city...
There's shopping on King Street... dining on the waterfront at Fleet Landing... Folly Beach (to name one)... museums... Italian Ice stands on every heated city corner... The City Paper & Skirt (where I reach for my local savvy)... cobblestone streets... southern hospitality in every doorway... sailboats tipping the wind from the Harbor... Sunrise Park... Piccolo/Spoleto... the sounds of a saxophone at your window on a cool spring night... and post baseball fireworks.
That's Charleston!
I think I found the love of my life!
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Okay, so I always thought I would be the writer in the family, but I think you have trumped me on that. Your descriptions of Charleston are fabulous. Maybe you're the southern Carrie Bradshaw!
I have one question: Is "Ace" your nickname for the new love in your life?
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