good dog

Its been a while and I've done a lot and I'm really tired, so I'm not sure how much I'll write. Why am I tired? Well. Saturday I drove 150 miles to Columbia where we stayed at an abandoned apartment that one of Tim's friends stopped paying for, but the landlord was ok with him still using. I don't know. That night we went to a great bar called The Whig. It itself was allright, $2 pbr's, etc, but the thing about it is it used to be the basement of a bank, so there's one room that's a converted vault and it just feels like a victorian hunter's lodge. There was a deer head (for some reason painted black), a stuffed fox and an entire wall of antelope scull caps with antlers, those of which Tim's friend Will was convinced were fake for no reason. There were end tables with glass tops and beyond that glass were cow skulls surrounded by fake flowers. It was a strange, great place. The owner apparently worked as a chemist (no shit?) for three years to save up money to open it. It sounds like a good plan. It's what I'd like to do at least.

The next day we didn't do jack shit. It was something like 100 degrees in Columbia so we got Keanne got on her bus to Raleigh (I forgot to mention I had to stay up all night to bring her to the Greyhound, only to sit there from 4-6 while she missed two buses since the workers were entirely unable to tell her which bus to catch) went to breakfast, checked a record store (I didn't find anything worth getting, but Tim got some old George Thoroughgood records) then just sat in the air conditioned vagrant's lounge of an apartment and watched Cowboy Bebop. 7 episodes. That's a lot. That night, though Will invited us over and made some insane pasta and cream sauce and afterwards we stopped at The Whig again since the paper said it was soul night, but when we got there there was no soul. That's every other sunday, but they advertise every sunday just because. So we had a few drinks and rolled another 100 miles to Charleston. The next day it was 102 out and Tim's parents had some friends over who developed marital issues while they were visiting, which made everything go very smoothly. They were nice, just, separately. We went to the beach then sat around, Machaela's flight got cancelled so she'd have to come in the morning at like 8, so we went to the water and shot off a shitload of fireworks. The most surprising was a sweet little fellow called the Colorful Wheel. not so interesting on his own, he's just one of those fools you nail to a post and he spins, but we kicked it into the water and it spun and smoked and screamed. Awesome.

Today we woke up and went to the beach. I'd aparently been laughing in my sleep again. Oh well. The waves were a lot stronger than the last three times I'd been there and the ocean finally stole the sunglasses I stole off the front porch off of my face.

Then I headed back to Asheville. I lost one of the lenses to the pair of shades I stole from Dad a few years ago but I wore them anyway. What happened is that my eyes sort of evened themselves out and when I took them off, my left eye saw fine and right eye saw brown. They're fine now. Also it was unkindly hot in South Carolina so I drove with my shirt off like a winner and I now am the proud owner of a seatbelt tanline. Could be worse. Could be lace.

Last Friday I got shamefully drunk and wound up puking, but felt instantly better. I still slept on the couch in shame. What I had was another 32oz beer at that place, then another beer, then three white russians. That's enough for anyone.

Earlier last week I spent on a mountain. I'll go more into that later, but there's not much to tell, really, so I might not bother.

Good night.