Of all of the times for this frickin’ Telocity connection to go down, it would be while I’m in South Carolina, 715 miles and 10.5 hours away!

Well, so Aug 2, 3 and 4th will be in this one section. There are sadly few pictures from those days, but plenty of witty insight and commentary, for sure.

Read on for a day-by-day. Dancing! Sirens! Sharks! Shrimp! One Eyed Parrots! Oh my!
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August 02 – Wednesday

More beach wackiness today. No vicious animal attacks or anything, but later that night, we finally tracked down a dance club that was A) Open, B) Okay with underage peeps (that like “urban beats”, C) NOT a dormitory and D) fully equipped with the latest in ear-pierce sirens. This was, of course Club Tango, a reasonably cool 3-story wharehouse style dance club.

But before I get into that, we had originally planned on dining at Soul Vegetarian South, a vegetarian Soul Food restaurant that I was pretty interested in eating at. Well, we drive into a reasonably homey looking part of town, and find that Soul Vegetarian south (which is related to other Soul Vegetarian South restaurants in the South, including Georgia) is connected to a day-care, and was CLOSED! Or, at least it was closed to us. A goddamned shame, I must say. I love visiting other cities and eating at hole-in-the-wall places. We instead ate at Joe Pasta’s, a cool little restaurant near Club Tango. It was sorta like build-your-own pasta. We had some Niebaum-Coppola Wine, which was tasty, by my shoddy wine standards. We then entered – CLUB TANGO!

The doorman had a preposterously solemn look on his face, and after being kicked off the 3rd floor (“You aren’t on the list!”) of the club, Hunter and I took our seats at the railing on the second floor, while the girls and Nick danced. It was a cool little club, I must say. I loved the sofas and comfy chairs that lined the perimeter of the club (and the floors above as well). All in all, a good atmosphere. The music was loud, but not oppressive, and it was mainly dance and trance with some “Urban Beats” — as Jessica Slack put them — thrown in.

Now, the only annoying part of the night, other than what is described later, was this GOD-AWFUL siren. Now, the first time it went of, I thought “wow. That was horrible. but ok. I’ll accept that one time, and maybe the DJ will learn”. Well, this siren would apparently go off to warn everyone that DJ WhiteDork would be making a horrible break in the near future. The siren worked wonderfully, as a siren should. A siren should alert people to something, and be louder than all surrounding noise to ensure this alertness by the people. Well, that siren was alerting like a motherfuck (pardon my French, but DAMN). The longest siren blast was 25 seconds. Nearly one half of a minute folks. And at more and more exceedingly random times. Nick was in fact praying to God to make it stop. I saw his hands clapped together towards the heavens, and “Like a Prayer” wasn’t even on the mix. Wow. So, if I ever open a dance club, it will surely be siren free.

I guess I should explain why I didn’t dance. I don’t mind dancing. I danced like a madman at Chuck and Danna’s wedding, and at that little Swing Fest Kelly and I went to. It’s fun! It’s good exercise, and the music is good. It’s just that most of the guys — the straight ones, anyway — seem to have the idea that they have open charter to grope and grind anyone they please at these clubs. You walk through the door, and it’s like it’s open season. It gives me a bad, bad vibe, and I’ve never been real comfortable with it. I don’t even want to be related to those kind of guys, and I don’t want to be associated with them in any manner. It really just creeps me out. I enjoyed the music, and I enjoyed watching people, but I just can’t get involved when I feel as though the surroundings are eating away my moral fiber.

I didn’t want to be a partay-poo-pear, though. Kelly kept apolgizing to me saying that she knew “You are in your own personal hell”. Just because I don’t enjoy a certain aspect of a happening doesn’t mean that I didn’t at least find it interesting. Very rarely do I oppose something, or find it distasteful. Disrespect of women is one of those things that I find abhorrant. In fact, most displays of misogynistic behavior are not something I enjoy. But in any case, the music was good, and I’m glad that I went, rather than staying at home.

And so ends Thursday, August 2nd.

Tune in tomorrow for August 3rd and 4th — lots of good stuff there