Tastes (and Smells) Like Chicken

This weekend, Robert and I drove to meet my family (and the Wickerts) in Litchfield for a beautiful Easter weekend on the beach.  We didn’t arrive until late Friday evening and finally met them at Pawley’s Island Tavern after figuring out that I left my wallet at the Zaxby’s in Greenville. :-/. (Thankfully Tone the Tiger picked it up and let me know that the wallet smelled of fried chicken… oh great.)  The entire bar was wallpapered in decorated $1 bills as it’s a tradition of the bar’s.  Robert found out that long ago, fisherman used to staple their dollars to the wall to make sure that they had enough money to pay for a beer when they returned to the tavern.  Not wanting to break tradition, we signed dollars and stapled them to the roof:

On Saturday, Robert, Sam and my dad woke up super early to play golf and my sister, mom and I headed out to the beach with the Wickerts.  The guys joined us around lunchtime and we all played ladder golf, soccer and walked in the warm sand.  It was way too cold to get in the water, though.  We headed to The Hot Fish Club on Saturday night for dinner, made the hostess furious, met a bride and a groom, and listened to a band named “Tastes Like Chicken”.

All of us at HFC.

On Sunday, Robert and I woke up at 6 a.m. and walked out to the beach to watch the gorgeous sunrise.  It was the first time that I’d ever woken up before the sun on purpose and it was wonderful.  We were the only ones on the beach until a man wearing a kilt and carrying a bagpipe walked  up to us.  The piper explained that he was waiting to make a grand entrance at just the right time to play “Amazing Grace” at the sunrise service down the beach.  I’ve never met anyone who can play the bagpipes or anyone wearing a kilt, for that matter, so talking to him was a really cool experience. I almost invited him up to the condo to munch Easter breakfast casserole with my family. 🙂

Easter sunrise.

Bagpipe player on the beach.

After catching a few hours of rays on the beach and playing soccer tennis on the beach, we headed back to Greenville in a five-person Jeep with my four-person family and Sam. I sat in the back with my mom and sister and listened to my sister complain about her appendix, foot, head and about the fact that she didn’t have enough room.  At one point, my mom made the exclamation that her back hurt from sitting in the middle of the backseat.  She then stood up and proceeded to do toe-touches for the rest of the trip home.  I love my family, but I was ready to get out of the car after 4.5 hours of being crammed in the back of the Jeep.

It was really hard to leave my family after such a fun weekend, but we have exciting spring events coming up in May, so we’ll be back together very soon.  This weekend, Robert and I are heading to Columbia to celebrate Jessie’s sister’s wedding!

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2 thoughts on “Tastes (and Smells) Like Chicken

  1. Madison… I have my dollar bill hanging up at the Pawley’s Island Tavern 🙂 – my girlfriends and I spent Memorial Day weekend there last year! VERY COOL!

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