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I swear there is nothing more in life that I need or want than a weekend in the Carolina’s. Sigh. Seriously. I’ve been back in dreary, rainy New York City for less than 24 hours, and all I can do is lust over my latest copy of Kiawah Legends Magazine, with another Firefly cocktail. There’s just something about those beautiful beaches, the salty air, cocktails with friends and live music floating over the canopies of spanish moss.

Can you think of anything better?

I really do think that this is the way to bachelorette your way into married life girls.  This weekend was the story of seven girlfriends who have known each other for a very long time… since first grade. (You can do your own math).

We stayed in Folly Beach in a beautiful townhouse with super fun red walls and a screened in porch overlooking miles of marsh and quick stretches of creek that only the loggerheads could fit through.  Folly is about 25 minutes from downtown Charleston, and a great little town for a weekend away.

Apparently it’s quite the place for a bachelor and bachelorette getaway. I feel like I say this a lot when I go on these, but man… I should have known the weekend was going to be ridiculous when I got on the plane at La Guardia. Let me paint you a little picture…

We board… barely, because my cousin and I were way to consumed in our own conversation to be paying attention to something so unimportant as a boarding time. Plus, we were mildly distracted by a gaggle of drunken 30-something men staggering toward our gate. “That can’t be our plane,” I said.


That was most certainly our plane.

That gaggle of drunken men turned out to be a bachelor party of 16 heading straight to the shores of Charleston, and they had been drinking since 9am. Before we even took off they had clogged the bathroom. Before, we even took off. The stewardess gave the plane the option of going back to the airport to fix said lavatory, or she wouldn’t serve us any water and we could be on our merry way.

“NO WATER!”  we all yelled in unison.



Bring us booze instead.

By the time we landed in Charleston, two cocktails, three games of “Guess that Celebrity”, and one hour later, the plane was dry. Those boys drank that plane clean.

Hey, good for them… and us. The stewardess felt so bad that we were sitting in the middle of Animal House on the Party Plane that she threw us some freebies too. Thank. You.

The rest of the weekend was filled with early morning runs, a day at the beach that I spent standing in the ocean with a Firefly cocktail in hand, (because that’s my perfect happiness in life) delicious dinner at High Cotton in Charleston, and INCREDIBLE. Incredible drinks at the rooftop bar at the Market Pavilion Hotel, quite possibly my most favorite spot in Chucktown. I highly recommend the Dirty Bird. Highly, highly. Nothing quite tops a dirty martini with Roquefort stuffed olives at sunset, overlooking all of Charleston with old friends. Nothing.

It’s worth doing, and it’s worth doing right. If you go to Folly Beach, hit up Lazo’s for early morning Coffee, Snapper Jack’s for live music late night, and Rita’s Seaside Grille for barbecue shrimp quesadilla’s or Taco Boy for some of the best fish tacos in the south. The best thing about Folly, is you can walk EVERYWHERE. There’s a great bar scene, and great little restaurants. Do it up girls. Be different. Buck the trends, and go on vacation instead. Just watch that day drinkin’… it’ll catch up with you 😉


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