Downtown, Charleston

I love downtown, for so many reasons.
it provides constant entertainment, even if i can't go to bars.

You can always laugh at drunk girls getting drug home, by guys who weigh at least 50 pounds less than them.
Enjoy the stumbling girls, walking around bare foot.
Check out the old ass churches, and look for ghosts.
Re-Visit the site of the triumvirate's previous escapade.
Yell in Tagalog at a group of random Filipino's chillin by the Battery.
Watch as people go by, STARRRRING at your hat.
Chill on a bench, explaining the difference between Ass-Types."
Chat it up with a drunk Navy guy, who had sunglasses on, at 1 in the morning.
or you could always walk, 2.5 or so miles to get Nathan's car, which got towed, and get a Police Car escort to take us safely through the "Ghetto".
good times.