Charleston is home to three great beaches, and each one has its own vibe. And sadly, now that the Folly Beach booze ban is in effect thanks to a couple of knuckleheaded bros, you can’t legally drink an ice-cold adult bev on any of them.
Thanks to a few drunken meatheads who got all liquored up, picked a stupid fight with the cops, and more or less started a riot last July 4th, booze is now banned on Folly Beach. Within a week after the riot, a 60-day ban was placed on drinking on the beach, and a group of 357 citizens signed a petition urging Folly City Council to put a permanent ban in place.
It's no longer legal to drink alcohol on any of Charleston's beaches. That doesn't mean people don't do it or that you'll be caught if you're discreet, but we're certainly not going to tell you to break the law by drinking pre-mixed concoctions from stainless-steel water bottles or beer out of a Camelbak.
"I breathe plastics," says Adam Masters. "It's in my genetic code." The Asheville-based creator of the Bellyak — a strange-looking face-first kayak that you ride on your belly — could just as easily have said he was born breathing white water.
Folly Beach Dogs aren't allowed on the beach at Folly between May 1 and Sept. 30 from 10 a.m.-6 p.m. During all other hours, they can run on the sand and frolic in the surf, but they must be leashed. However, certain exemptions exist for members of the Folly Island Dog Owners Club.
Mumford & Sons could open for Shovels & Rope, Jay-Z could rhyme a verse on the new Righchus — er, Matt Monday — track, and Ben Bridwell could dethrone Joe Riley as the mayor of Charleston. But none of that would do a dang thing to change the minds of Sister Hazel's army of Hazelnuts.
There's no telling what you'll catch when you go fishing off the pier at Folly Beach. Sometimes it's an ordinary whiting, and other times it's a gorgeous, and delicious, king mackerel or a prized red drum.
As any visitor to the Lowcountry's beaches knows, you're missing out if all you do is lie on a towel all day reading Fifty Shades of Grey for the 50th time. There are plenty of real-life aerobic activities you can do.
See Also: Charleston Beach Guide Archives
The most viable candidate for a position at Shane Snow's New York-based startup was a guy from Charleston. Snow was eager to recruit the interaction designer for Contently, a website that helps connect content creators with publishers. The hiring process was just about finished.
With dozens of sessions to choose from and scores of presenters, it's difficult to decide who and what to see during Dig South. So we turned to some local tech lovers and asked them what they wanted to see.
If you put a steak in front of Lee Fields right now, he'd eat it. These days, the 62-year-old soul singer is trying to eat as healthy as possible, and that means very little red meat and lots of veggies. But sometimes a slab of meat is just too tempting.
Jason Sanford, chief songwriter and vocalist for the Mississippi folk-rock septet Rosco Bandana, learned at a young age that rock and roll was the Devil's music.
As a child, Jessi Darlin and her brother Emmett followed the creek that ran by the farmhouse where her family lived. They hoped to make it all the way to Lake Cumberland. There, they had been told, lurked a mythical beast, a terror of backwoods legend. "There was this rumor that there were giant catfish that lived in the lake — man-sized, man-eating catfish," Darlin says.
Hurray for the Riff Raff’s Alynda Lee left the Bronx at the tender age of 17 and hopped freights across America for a couple years. Over the course of those years, she developed a dusty sound somewhere between the old-timey warmth of Gillian Welch and the parched elegance of Jessica Lea Mayfield.
See Also: Dig South Archives
The current mystery at the Center for Birds of Prey's medical and rehabilitation clinic centers on two red-tailed hawks. They were brought in recently after two neighbors found them on the ground, covered head to tail in mud.
When you snap into a Slim Jim, you're snapping into corn syrup, soy protein concentrate, hydrolyzed soy protein, and paprika extractives. Oh, and beef. And mechanically separated chicken.
Judging by the way the ducks run the show out at Hampton Park, it may be difficult to imagine that once, on the very same grounds, there were also otters. And bison. And even a lion or two.
Plumbers know pipes. Writers know words. Kevin Murphy knows squirrels. "A squirrel, he's not like a rat. A rat will wedge through — he might pick up a shingle and wedge under there, and you never even see it," Murphy says. "But a squirrel, he's only gonna wedge so many times, and then he's gonna chew him out a round hole."
Just because Wyatt Cenac was a writer for The Daily Show doesn't mean he was responsible for any of the jokes made on South Carolina's behalf in the last few years.
Back in the early '90s, shortly before hitting the big time with the MTV sketch comedy show The State, Kevin Allison was so poor that he tried to sell himself as a prostitute — and failed.
Jet Eveleth is a self-proclaimed serial monogamist. She's done more than a handful of two-person improv and sketch shows, so many that she admits she's embarrassed to give us an official number — she thinks it might make her sound promiscuous.
They've shared hotel rooms, Huddle House pancakes, and poop jokes, so it only makes sense that the Reformed Whores and Skinny Bitch Jesus Meeting would share the stage at the 2013 Charleston Comedy Festival.
It's very easy to tell Vic Henley and Rory Scovel apart. Yes, they don't look a thing alike. But the real difference appears as soon as they open their mouths. Henley has an Alabaman twang that would give any Southerner a run for his or her money.
Full disclosure: Not all of the performers in Beardmageddon have beards. In fact, only one of them, Jason Groce, has facial hair.
Goofy comedy is all well and good — where would we be without the Will Ferrells and T.J. Millers of the world? — but sometimes you need to cleanse your brain of all the potty jokes and lowbrow cracks with a healthy dose of smart humor.
Brandy Sullivan and Jessica Mickey have been best friends for 10 years. They're both members of the all-girl super comedy troupe Mary Kay Has a Posse, but since the other group members live out of town, Brandy and Jessica decided to start their own show — mostly so they could hang out.
Charles Busch's The Divine Sister tells the story of a mother superior who decides to tear down her crumbly old convent and replace it with a shiny new one. Which is kind of the reverse image of the Village Rep Co.'s past year.
These two Theatre 99 favorites represent both ends of the improv spectrum — the cerebral, long-form Moral Fixation paired with the ridiculously goofy Southern-fried humor of Neckprov.
La-Z-Boy murder, refrigerated placentas, and lady Canadians: that's just a sample of what you can expect from the three groups in this improv marathon. And there's no running involved. Now that's our kind of marathon.
If you need some comic relief from those New Year's weight loss resolutions, Kenny Zimlinghaus will have you laughing the calories off with his specialty: fat jokes.
See Also: Charleston Comedy Festival Archives