Do you ever feel stuck? Like you can’t get out of your own stupid way? And that the thing that is not going the way you want it to in your life is at least partially because of your own dumb decisions?
Yeah.
I’m there.
I’m trying not to be. There’s a whole lot of me telling myself to get my crap together. And then actually trying to do it.
“Lying down in Charleston under the Carolina sky. ” If you follow me on Instagram (triciasouthernspark) I’ll take this same picture and quote Hootie lyrics every time I go down there. It’s part of my charm.
Over the weekend John and I took our annual trip to Charleston. We do it every year instead of buying Christmas gifts for each other, and it happens to coincide with the long MLK weekend and Charleston’s Restaurant Week. We went to Husk and Peninsula Grill and were able to utilize the discounted menu to get tastes of the high end restaurants for a lower price.
Haters gonna hate, Husk, but I love you for the bacon in your butter.
Husk was delicious. Having heard mixed reviews on the service and the food, I wasn’t sure what to expect. But everything-the service, the food, the atmosphere-was excellent. It made me feel sad for the people who haven’t had good experiences there. I also walked through the restaurant with my Spanx showing. I debated as to whether I care. It was a hot second before I decided I didn’t.
The following night we met up with Sarah, Mark, Dixie and Daryl. We played like we are very fancy and had a pre-dinner drink at The Thoroughbred Club at Charleston Place Hotel and then went on for supper at Peninsula Grill. PG was good, but maybe I’m just bored of steakhouses (Oh, good gracious, I just got on my own nerves with that comment. Please forgive me.) Because even at the lower Restaurant Week prices, I didn’t think it was extraordinary. I did, however, try a bite of their famous coconut cake. It was pretty great.
I love them a millionty jillion.
And then we stopped being fancy and went to an establishment where they encourage patrons to dance on the bar.
And oh. Dance on the bar we did.
Though I’m pretty sure most would have preferred to see the barely legal servers in tiny clothes dancing up there Coyote Ugly style, instead they got some fluffy gals who are closer to 4o than 30. I personally busted out all of my Just Dance moves. And the crowd went wild did not throw their beer bottles at me. I also counted it as a win that my sometimes klutzy self did not fall off of the bar. Go, me.
I got to do that booty shakin’ with two friends whom I’ve known since we were literally all babies. I love them so.
Now I’m back home to my own babies and reality and trying to get my crap together. But in my mind I’m still dancing on the bar, not caring one iota about what the growling troll voice in my head is telling me.
Let’s do this.
7 Comments on "Let me show you my Spanx"
I have had the coconut cake at PG, but the best one in Charleston, in my humble opinion, is at Page’s Okra Grill across the the bridge in Mt. Pleasant. It was so good, I bought a second piece and ate it for breakfast the next day.
I’ve seen that place, but I’ve never been. Good to know. Thanks, Chrissy!
GOOD.FOR.YOU! I still have to get to Charleston…it’s on my list!
Get down there. It’s one of my favorite places in the world.
Oh! I live in Charleston and am yet to make it to Husk. I’m SO jealous. But you really can’t miss anywhere you eat in this awesome city. Fat Hen on Johns Island is my personal favorite. Yum!
Oh, man. I went to Fat Hen about 18 months ago when I was down at Seabrook for a girls weekend. It was so delicious-I still think about that meal even this much time later. If you get a chance to try Husk, I would love to hear what you think about it.
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