Parents Weekend

Well,

I had my parents into town last weekend to visit.  Friday night was uneventful, we rented a couple movies and I heated up the delicious chicken fettuccini alfredo Cyndi had prepared.  Cyndi was on call Friday so she had to work from 7am Friday morning to 7am Saturday.  Usually she would have had to round Sunday morning, but she got off early. 

 

Saturday was pretty cool.  My mom wasn’t feeling too well after drinking some wine and eating too many mixed nuts Friday nights.  (She suffers from migraines.)  So, we drove around James Island looking at historic sites.  We initially wanted to see the Lawton Plantation, but we couldn’t find what was left of the house.  I have a bad feeling the yacht club took it over.  After searching for the plantation, we drove down Maybank Highway looking for the church where St. John Allison Lawton, owner of the Lawton Plantation (half of James Island), was buried.  We went all the way to Johns Island because my dad insisted the church was on Maybank highway and my mom insisted it was just ahead.  I didn’t care because I was enjoying exploring my Island.  Well, we ended up seeing the Angel Tree which is this huge oak that is 1400 years old.  Finally, we stopped and asked for directions.  I made my dad go ask at the county golf club.  Ha ha!  So, we end taking a couple turns and eventually turn on Camp Road.  I LIVE OFF OF CAMP ROAD.  The church, which my parents didn’t really remember the name to, was less than a mile from my townhome.  Well, we looked at the grave and went home for lunch. 

 

Later that day dad and I went to pick up the wedding photographs from north Charleston.  Cyndi’s mom had them at the shop.  I used this as an excuse to get my dad to look at Taylor guitars with me because I’m getting one and he has perfect pitch.  That was pretty cool.  We headed back home to pick up Cyndi and mom and to go out to dinner at Bowen’s Island.  Great seafood.  We  got home and . . . a pipe on the water heater had sprung a leak.  We called the plumber and watched ‘Fat Man and Little Boy’ (it’s about the atom bomb you ignorant bastards.)  until he came at midnight.

 

All in all it was a fun and strange weekend.  My house smells horrible and I’ve owe my sister, Ginny, another thank you for the shop vac.

 

Well, there you go.

 

Lawtonious Funk