Skanks, sluts, and proper Charleston ladies of all ages, all side-by-side, mixed with boaters, fishermen, bankers and hedge fund owners having a great time in a relaxed atmosphere where you can truly be yourself and chill out with a $1 mystery beer and a $6 mixed libation and the breeze in your hair. Parking sucks, pissing is a pain (outside, upstairs, and easy to fall coming down after a few brews...), and deodorant is optional. It's my favorite place in Charleston!
You should count yourself lucky for only getting a note. I'd bet that most people who take the time to get out of their car and find the bad driver who peeved them off would do a lot more than write down their thoughts. Put down the compact/eyeliner, pay attention, and learn your lesson from this.
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