6.23.2008

redneck yacht club

Charlestonians have quite a few quirks. One is particular to boaters: parking at sandbars. Last Saturday, Roman, Jenny, Mum, Rutledge, Buckley, Andrew, Brandon and I went out on the river in Rome's boat. After playing on an island beach for a few hours, more boats arrived with loud, horribly obnoxious music, so we decided to move on to a new destination: the sandbar. We anchored the boat and waited for the tide to go out. We sat in waist deep water, standing [and, in Brandon's case, slipping] on pluff mud, drinking beer, throwing footballs and mudballs, and eventually sitting on floats and in beach chairs. It was so fun and rather, lets be honest, redneck! We were not alone in this venture. Before we knew it, ten or so boats had also pulled up to the sandbar to enjoy the shallow river water. I can only imagine what my northern boyfriend thought about such a practice.


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