After staying the night in Greenville,SC with Matt's old friend, Kevin, and playing MarioKart until our thumbs were swollen, we spent the weekend in Charleston and attended Matt's sister's wedding.
As many of you know, Matt and I will be getting married this October in South Louisiana. I thought this would be my chance to show the Sandbanks a landscape they had never seen before. Then I got to Charleston. It is like Louisiana on steroids, complete with Spanish moss, live oak trees, and swamps. Charleston even has its own French Quarter, though it curiously lacks beignets and hookers. Basically, Maggie Sandbank had the Cajun wedding I always dreamed of.
Our plan was to spend Saturday morning exploring the streets of Charleston. Unfortunately, so sweetly stressed about his sister's big day, Matt tried to shave too quickly, and he chopped off a piece of his chin. It looked a bit like a scene from Psycho. Fortunately, we did not have to worry about Matt's apparel, because George dressed all of the groomsmen. George is exactly like Matt, only with style and muscles. We did get a chance to explore some of the back alleys and secret gardens of this historic city.
We spent the night dancing with the Sandbanks, the Van Houts, the Halls, and the Ramseys: a wedding offers the rare opportunity to gather together with all of the people that you love most. Maggie and George's circle of support is one of the strongest I have seen. We left Charleston overjoyed for the new couple, and confident of their lasting happiness.
Next up, more tales from the dirty south...song title.
Sounds like a wonderful time! Looking forward to hearing about the next phase of the tour!
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