I’m woken up by the sound of a dishwasher being loaded, which is immediately confusing because 1) who is in my studio apartment? and 2) what’s a dishwasher? As I come-to, I quickly remember I’m on the couch of an AirBnB in Charleston for a weekend reunion with my high school friends. Thankfully, Lauren had the foresight to brew coffee so I can’t be mad at the wake-up call.
Slowly the other former Springboro Panthers begin to trickle into the living room. The morning has been intentionally left open-ended, so rather than negotiate priorities amongst 10 of us, we split off and I decide to head downtown with two friends.
The three of us are off and already arguing over directions and who gets control of the radio. Ugh, just like old times. <3
We take a wrong turn. Unfortunately this means I was wrong in my assertions to turn left, but on the bright side, we are introduced to Trash Gurl, my new favorite dumpster brand.
We finally make it to The Battery and, after posing on some historied park decor, meander down Rainbow Row. It’s so beautiful that I almost forget it’s Sunday and I’m supposed to be scared.
We have to head back to the house, but not before getting to the real impetus of this downtown jaunt: a drive-through lunch at the holy grail of chicken fingers, Raising Cane’s. To be clear, this is not at all a cute local spot but rather a chain restaurant that we in New York City are sadly deprived of. Their Texas toast tastes like college and everything that is good in the world.
It’s time for an impromptu Field Day in the backyard organized by none other than yours truly. While there isn’t a spare clipboard around, I make due with a note on my iPhone. After a nail-biting five-leg relay race that includes pool noodles and a high-stakes cornhole face-off, we have a winner (spoiler alert: it’s my team).
Following an extremely sportsmanlike celebration, I thank everyone for their dedication and hard work and head inside for a classic combination of AC, SVU and a nap.
It’s our last night on vacation and I’m quickly remembering all good things must come to an end. Thankfully I’m snapped back to the present when we sit down for dinner at The Obstinate Daughter and proceed to order six items to share with two friends (hi Jacob, hi Jordan). The brussel sprouts and the gnocchi are un. real.
We conclude the night with a rousing game of What Do You Meme. Games with my high school friends have historically ended in tears or threats, but thankfully meme culture has brought us all together. The game devolves to recounting tales of yore and a walk down memory lane. Facebook deep-diving is involved and when our Senior Prom photos are unearthed, we decide to end on a high note. I settle into my couch-bed and Mariska Hargitay gently coos me to sleep.