charleston was a blast
the city was great fun. downtown presented so many places to see and cool things to do. i must say, however, that ghost tours are gay. i thought this would be ubercool, and it was in some ways, except for the total absence of a scare factor. nothing scary. whatsoever. the only thing remotely eery was when the tour guide elaborated on some of the evil creatures that roam parts of charleston at night to this day, one of them being the boo hag.
the boo hag is a vampire of sorts, except that it doesn't suck your blood, but your breath instead. they are skinless and look like a body of red hamburger meat. to get around during the day they wear a person's skin, which they discard at night when they go ridin' (the act of sitting on top of a poor victim while sucking their breath away). if the victim of a boo hag wakes up, the monster will take their skin and wear it, but if the victim sleeps soundly, the monster leaves them alive and returns at times to steal more breaths. freaky. on the way home last night, jen and i got out of her car to swap seats. we were on a dark exit ramp near the woods and nobody was around, so i took advantage of the moment and said, "watch out for the boo hag, sweetheart." she wasted no time in getting in the car and locking the door while urging me to hit the gas. that was fun.
took a nice harbor tour on saturday. i saw fort sumter and some of the coolest lighthouses. got some sweet pictures in color and b/w. can't wait to see the photos (will post those as soon as they are developed). did some shopping, too, and had a luxurious night at an expensive restaurant. all in all, a great trip, excluding the stressful ride back. jen drove most of the way and had a hard time making it with me sleeping, a la mean grumpy caveman, right next to her. i've exhibited this bizarre behavior for a while now of saying disagreeable things in my sleep, and it's nothing like me at all. i think i may need to see someone about what could be causing these little episodes. i'll be talking to someone, in the process of slipping into dreamland, and i suddenly say the most crazy things. some of them are funny, some weird, some hurtful, but i don't remember saying them, and they are definitely not consciously spoken. not at all like me. something to ruminate on.
the coolest part of our vacation: cypress gardens. this place was used for parts of the filming of the notebook and the patriot. you know, the scene in the notebook where the young couple is rowing through the swamp with the swans? did it. saw some gators, danced in the rain, kissed in the chapel, and finally had to pee on some flowers. it was so much fun. in the huge downpour that consumed the park while we were there, we ended up walking around the place anyway and let the rain just wash over us. the paths all flooded, and there were even some moments where we wondered if a gator would swim across our path (after which jen would scream and run for the nearest patch of dry land). i found a baby snapping turtle and picked him up so jen coud tickle his feet and tail with a straw of grass. we let him think he was tough and bite the grass before letting him go.
that, in a nutshell, is my great 4th of july vacation.
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