You Wouldn't Last A Day On The Creek

Do not ever cross James Van Der Beek. Goose Creek might not quite make it to Dawson's Creek standards but it comes close. Actually I have no idea. I've never seen Dawson's Creek. I know a dude who taped every episode and loved the show like a child. He did the same thing with Buffy The Vampire Slayer and Friends. I guess that's cool in a complete antithesis of manly sort of way. I'd certainly never choose to do that sort of thing but to each his own. But I digress.

We now live in Goose Creek, South Carolina. We're about 15 miles north of Charleston. We live in the middle between Charleston and the town that Kristen works in. That way the commute isn't so bad. The verdict is still out on what we think of the town. We live in a great neighborhood that's really a large community made up of several neighborhoods. There's a golf course, several ponds and twenty miles of walking/running trails to explore. That's terrific but truthfully, that's about all there is to this little town. That and potholes. Man, South Carolina roads are worse than Louisiana's and that's a hard thing to admit. Seriously it's an epidemic of Fat Monica from Friends size proportions (I watched the show but never taped it. Get over it). There's another town a few miles away called Summerville that has much more charm for lack of a better word. Lots of old homes and small wooden churches but with a bit more to the actual town. The commute would be the same and again, Charleston is right down the road.

Whenever Kristen and I start feeling stressed or homesick, we drive downtown. I really can't explain it but for some reason it just calms us down and really makes us feel like we belong here. There's an ambiance surrounding it and you can see the history on every block. Kind of a cross between the French Quarter in New Orleans and 19th Century London. I guess you have to see it to understand it. They have all sorts of shops too including a cupcake store that sells nothing but cupcakes. These cupcakes have icing that is six inches high. There are also lots of stores...mostly for snotty people to feel self important. They're fun to go in and look at though. There's a Lacoste store but I just look in the windows and then get mine off of ebay for 1/8 the cost. Most importantly though, downtown has a Mellow Mushroom. That's my favorite pizza/calzone and I almost cried when I found out about it. Okay, I did cry. I cried hard and long with tears of pride and joy and other non hetero sounding words. I love pizza served by hippies man. Something about it just feels groovy. Kristen was impressed...