After a lovely dinner at Blossom (Neal got the fresh Charleston seafood he was hankerin' for) and drinks at the Market Pavilion's rooftop bar....
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| A stop at this rooftop bar was one of the things on my Charleston bucket list. Check! |
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| We enjoyed the great bird's-eye-view of Charleston |
we headed down to Folly Beach for a nighttime stroll. This innocent stroll turned into a full on crab hunt and hilarity ensued.
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| Strolling on the beach, minding our own business. |
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| Then, we spot a crab scurrying under our feet. |
The boys spent the next twenty minutes frantically chasing the crab(s) around the beach, while Shannon and I ran screaming when the crabs made a beeline for our toes.
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| Finally caught one in, what else, a red solo cup. |
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| He's not very happy. |
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| Sweet success! |
No crabs were harmed in the making of this blog post...not permanently anyway. We did let him go.
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