Yesterday, my cousin April came to visit. We took her to downtown Charleston for dinner. We ended up walking around the Market Street area, and wandered into the early (8-9 pm) bar scene. There was not too much going on, obviously. It has been a few years since I have been remotely active on the bar scene... but even I know that 8 is a bit early for anything good to happen!
We were just sitting and talking, and laughing a little at the only thing going on... a couple of girls who had probably been drinking since noon... they were dancing around all over the place and drawing a lot of attention.
All of a sudden, April announces that there is a Pirate in the bar. Good old Captain Morgan had come to Charleston.
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