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Headed down to Pawley’s Island, South Carolina for my 27th birthday.  I hadn’t been to visit my parents down there in about 5 years.  It felt so good to be back; so good, and so humid!  They live in a great “community” on a golf course across the street from Litchfield Beach, and it’s the perfect vacation spot, so I invited along two of my best friends to come lap up sun, surf, and some cocktails.


Collectively, we have always agreed that the best nights are those that are unplanned.  Just go with the flow and see where the night takes us.    “It’s not about where you are, but who you’re with” and all that nonsense. The first night took us to a local bar, Quigleys, which brews their own beer; just a quick ride down the road, Quigley’s was built around a man-made lake back in 2007.
The girls, Andrea and Kim, and I were seated on the patio overlooking the lake.  It was a  romantic setting and we’re classy chicks so we ordered tall beers and fried pickles.

After the first few glances around we looked at each other with uncertainty.  Tonight isn’t going to bring us any unplanned, outrageous adventures, is it?  Middle-aged couples and older couples sat at the tables nearby, giving us the Stink-Eye for being so dolled up, but hey, it’s not my fault they didn’t get the memo about it being my birthday weekend and that party shoes were required.


After another beer we decided to check out the bar next door.  We thanked the waitress and headed out on the gravel parking lot to the next bar.  Before even reaching for the door handle, the girls realized that Bar #2 was even more dead than Quigleys, so we did a swift 180 and walked back up to Quigley’s:  Take us back!  Sorry we left you; give us beer!  
Instead of sitting on the secluded patio, we took our seats at the bar, front and center…. for Karaoke!  And, what’s that?  There’s a cake?  For Mike’s last night?  Whaddya know… it was Mike’s last night at Quigley’s, which means they needed to find a new, lean, mean, karaoke-hosting machine to host Thursday night’s ‘All You Can Eat Fried Shrimp/Karaoke from 9-Midnight’! Did I mention Mike was a Red Sox fan?  Good ol’ Mike…


We fully enjoyed our front row seats.  A friendly, early 30-something albino man rocked out with his cocktail out.  A lovely elderly couple sat nearby, and the man got up to sing “That’s Amore” to his love, the entire bar joining in the chorus.  The beers on tap were flowing, and I think a Scooby Snack snuck its way in at one point.  It all lead to the three of us gals, getting up and singing, of all things, Phil Collins’ “In The Air Tonight”.  It was… awful.  Nails-on-a-chalkboard-terrifying.  That may be because after solidly refusing the invitation to sing several times, I decided I was intoxicated ENOUGH to unleash my tone-deaf talent upon anyone willing to sit through it.  Like many a morning after a drunken escapade, I’m shaking my head at myself even now, thinking about how it must have sounded.  I must add, Kim stole the show when at the end of the song, she spoke the lyrics in mono-tone and threw in her own version at the end, “Oh Lord.  Oh Lord...Oh Jesus.”  A quote that was repeated time and again throughout our vacation, and even via text after each of us returned to our respective coasts:

…And that was only Night 1.

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