Charleston was cold and overcast and windy and a little rainy, but still beautiful as ever.
By the way, I didn’t take that picture. I didn’t take any pictures.
If I had, I could have showed you my first ever wrestling match.
I could have showed you pictures of Patrick and Kyle and Brittany and I, bundled up against the cold in the market.
I could have showed you us with grilled fish tacos and buckets of beer at Red’s Ice House in Mount Pleasant.
Or a lazy nap on a gray afternoon.
A huge bowl of spaghetti at the Italian place in Summerville, that I barely made a dent in.
Rounds and rounds of Apples to Apples and Catch Phrase.
A greasy spoon breakfast.
A blindingly brilliant day on the ride back to Raleigh.
I could have shown you all of this, if only I had bothered to take one picture all weekend.
But I could not be bothered. Sometimes, life is simply too much fun and to, well, lived in, to slow down for pictures.