The Crab House Sign
My new running route.
I could get used to this.
This weekend my parents and I went future apartment shopping in Charleston and once again I was reminded why someone should film our family for a reality show- you cant make up some of the insane things that happen to us. Because this was an apartment-hunting trip, my dad naturally looked up a bunch of places to check out close to the school. The good news? We brought Diana, the trusty GPS. The bad news? My mom is so not a fan of Diana and kept yelling directions opposite of what Diana said. Needless to say we got lost. A lot. At any time there were three people shouting out directions and usually me screaming because oh hey that car almost hit us and you so cant turn that way on a one-way street. Of course Diana didn’t fail us and we usually ended up where we were supposed to. What we didn’t realize was how many of those places would be in places that were, shall we say, far less that desirable. Basically a tiny little blonde girl in a polo shirt? So not welcome there. It got to the point that we wouldn’t even be done driving past before my mom would start yelling “Nope. No way. She is so not living there. She’ll die!” Being the baby definitely has some benefits- namely your parents will refuse to let you live in a dump. We did find some promising places so once we had found a few my mom called off the search for the afternoon so that we could go to the Market. Shopping is like second nature to us and my dad has finally realized that fighting against it just isn’t worth it. Of course my mom ran into people with dachshunds and had to talk for 20 minutes (if you know her this should not be a surprise) and kept pointing out how close the dental school is to the apartments I liked (boys with good teeth? Check. ) We got to wander around Charleston on a gorgeous day so really life couldn’t get better.
Since we had dragged my dad to the Market we made up for it by going to the Charleston Crab House on James Island. Even though there is one downtown we had to go to the once on James Island. Why you ask? Oh just because it was once flipped on a TV show by the one and only Richard Davis who my dad practically worships and thinks is the coolest guy ever. Its like he thinks they’re friends or something… Anyway, the food there is always delicious and its one of my favorite restaurants so I was excited. My dad however? Way more excited. Throughout the dinner he talked about R.D. as he calls him, how he wanted one of the shirts from the flip (I told him he could just ask the waiter for his…), how he had highlights in his eyes that would be brought out by said shirt, and that he wanted a tweeter. I have yet to find out what a “Tweeter” is but rest assured he wont get one. The blogosphere isn’t ready for this man. We finished dinner only to run into the same couple with the dachshunds that were so sweet (thankfully Dad didn’t mention the tweeter) and we of course ended our meal with my dad having his picture taken in front of the very sign that Richard Davis hung upside down for the flip. The man has a serious problem.
Being our family, our adventure wasn’t over yet. I’ll spare you the details but we got lost. Again. All we wanted was to find a CVS. What we did find was a really sketchy area but on the other side the greatest gift of all: Krispy Kreme. Maybe you don’t know what its like to hear 3 lost and confused people simultaneously yell for the best doughnuts in the world but we sure do. Once again why do we not have a camera crew following us? We ate our prized doughnuts while trading expressions such as “Batshit crazy” and my new favorite “nuttier than squirrel shit.” The workers there probably thought we were the latter. Before heading back to our La Quinta (my mom asked if they serve chips and dip or maybe breakfast burritos…I had to tell her no and disappoint her) we stopped at the greatest of all grocery stores- Piggly Wiggly. I’m big on the pig and although my mom wouldn’t let me buy another Pig shirt, I learned that I will not be moving to that particular area anytime soon.
The next morning after waking up way too early, we did a little more apartment hunting and found some great ones and some that were not so great (Mom: “No way in hell she’s living there!”) but overall a successful trip. Of course we couldn’t leave without driving to the Battery. I love to walk out there and see the houses, the beautiful architecture, the people, the big old trees, the culture. My dad was excited about the cannons and may or may not have filmed a pelican. The important thing is that we got to go and now I feel so ready to live there. I could not ask for a more beautiful place to live and I could really get used to this (just without the whole weird pelican filming part).
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