Our nine days in Charleston were like a slow-motion whirlwind. Cobblestones and politeness surrounded us as we scrambled, limped, and tweeted all over that beautiful Southern city. Here are a few highlights:
We performed every night in Theater 220 at the Simons Center at the College of Charleston, and we thoroughly enjoyed our opportunity to work in a legit blackbox theater. Stand-up clubs are great, and rowdy bar shows can be even better, but there's something about a real live honest-to-crap theater that makes a comic like me feel like a true artiste. It's a class act, that Theater 220. Just like us.
All the locals welcomed us with such hospitality! From the impeccably dressed bartenders at Proof to the amazing crew at the theater (Robert, Brenna, and Corey in particular), from the lovely Margaret at Skirt Magazine to that guy Byron on the street who cracked Carrie's back, we sure did meet a whole lot of nice folks in our travels around Charleston.
In our down time, we discovered our collective enthusiasm for the art of the pedicure. Prepare yourselves for a plethora of cotton-ball-and-emory-board-related blog posts. That's just how we do.
Alcohol, food, and healthy doses of get-to-know-you conversations combined to give us even more special memories, and by the time we stuffed the Corolla and headed out of town, we had already transformed from a semi-random assembly of colleagues into a cohesive gang of giggling goofballs.