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Pierre humoring me at Drake's |
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Drake's Duck In |
Late Thursday afternoon I came across an add for Columbia's Urban Tour. This was a way to get people to come out on Main St. after 5pm and see what downtown Columbia has to offer. So I sent out a couple texts and Pierre was able to come with. There were about six blocks of music, art, food, and the always fun people watching. Heard some new bands (or at least new to me- Whiskey Tango Revue was one) and got to see the Who Shot Rock & Roll exhibit at the Columbia Museum of Art. And I made it to Drake's Duck In! I had not been there in years... like 20. Because every time I would drive through Main St they would be closed (like most businesses in the area when the main businesses close at 5 the small surrounding ones close for the day as well). I was so nervous that I had built up the yummy-ness in my head that I would be disappointed. Not the case at all. It was soooooo good! Pierre was impressed with the fries. We then went and listened to some of the bands. Whiskey Tango Revue was playing and I really liked their sound. I now have a new band to listen out for.
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The fam |
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The amazing cake |
Then on Saturday, the family headed to Camden to surprise my grandmother with an early eightieth birthday party. All five of her kids were able to make it into town along with most of the grandkids. As people started showing up she just thought it was the biggest coincidence that everyone ended up in town on the same weekend. First of the family to come down were my uncle Forest and Greg. They "just decided to come down to the lake for a weekend". Then, Uncle Hollis and Aunt Sherri drove up from Charleston "where they had flown in to visit a friend". Aunt Carrie just popped in. Then Grandma called us to try and see if we could come and visit since everyone else was here but we "had plans already". When they all got to Sam Kendall's restaurant she was shocked to see us there. And I blame Lent for her not putting things together (she is really, really busy this time of year but it worked in our favor :) ). She kept saying we all needed to call my Uncle Craig because everyone together was just awesome and how it was too bad he was still at the beach... and then he walked in along with his kids. It was a wonderful night. With the exception of getting caught in the horrible storm on the way home. One of the scariest times of my life- if not the scariest. We couldn't see the road, hail, cars swerving, and we were past the point of return because you can't turn around or you'd be driving back into the storm. We made it home thanks to God and my dad's great driving skills. Luckily, once we got though the storm it bypassed Columbia and it was a quiet night. I will tell you though I speed home and put my little storm kit together :). So I just had a nice relaxing Sunday where I cleaned and decompressed. Tomorrow I plan on going to the ropes course for some last minute practice for Saturday's Mud Run. Only six days left!