The More Things Change, The More They Stay The Same

Jonathan and I spent the 4th of July in Charleston, our old stomping grounds. It had been a while since we had been back. We spent the drive up reminiscing and planning where we were going to shop and more importantly eat and drink.

Upon arrival it was easy to see that things had not changed too terribly much. The city is still beautiful. We still think we fit in better there than here. We still needed reservations for our favorite restaurants (you always need reservations in Charleston) and we still did not make them - which laid waste to various parts of the plan.

Much like in years past we ended up at Wild Wing. We missed the fireworks but, hey, 13 years later Plane Jane is still playing every Sunday night so, who needs fireworks? Anyone whose ever seen Plane Jane knows that PLANE JANE ROCKS and also knows precisely when to yell that out. We had fun. Some of us had too much fun.

What became apparent Monday morning afternoon when we woke up was what HAD changed. Us. In fact, we may be the only apparent change. We were amongst the older folk in the bar (when you get old, you start using terms like folks). We felt like we were 28 again, at least Sunday night and early Monday morning. We crapped out at a respectable 1:30 as opposed to closing the bar and were back to the hotel by 2 except Jonathan went back out to find pizza (which was really good at 2:30 am - thanks, babe!).

And, oohhhhh, the hangover. I never got hangovers before (before 30 something? before baby?). But now, now, a whole different ballgame. Not the headachey hangover but the dehydrated, sour mouthed, sick-to-your-stomach-all-day-not-even-she-crab soup sounds good kind of hangover. Jonathan did better than I. It was an ALL day recovery. When I was 28, I probably would have had a bloody mary (hair of the dog) in the hopes that it would help - it usually did. But I felt like I had pushed my "I am a new mom out for the first time on a long weekend without the kiddo" status to far.

Are more changes in store. Probably. Next time MRA will be with us and we'll probably take a carriage ride and do all the touristy things that you don't do as a resident unless people are there to visit. We will probably skip seeing Plane Jane on Sunday night. I'll probably have the bloody mary!