Talking Testicular Testosterone Treatment Tippling Tequila

Charleston, South Carolina - 5 kilometres walked

The wind was blowing so hard today that the kicked up ocean made it too risky to take the dinghy into town. So we had a boat day. Ana worked on a bunch of yacht club stuff, I did a big reconciliation of our financials and we horsed around on a few other things. Ana gave me a haircut, first of the trip. By 4pm the wind finally started to slacken so we jumped in the dinghy, zipped across the bay to the marina where Adrian had his boat, and from there we walked into town. Our plan was to leave tomorrow so we really wanted to hang out with him one more time.

 

We hadn’t seen much nightlife on this trip so we took the opportunity to whoop it up. We went to Henry's On The Market, which was coming up on its hundred year anniversary. It is one cool joint. Multi-levels, hidden rooms, smashing clientele, classy bartenders, and fancy drinks. Adrian and I started with a beer and a tequila shot while Ana took a latte. At 6:30 we left to check out the night market, but on the way out Ana was devastated to find she had lost one of her lovely gold earrings. She had us wait there while she retraced her steps. She returned, distraught and disappointed. As we were brainstorming ideas, she said, “Hold on,” and went into the washroom. Two minutes later she returned, beaming a hug smile, wearing two earrings.

“Where’d you find it?” Adrian asked.

 

“It was caught in my cleavage,” Ana said.

 

“Wow,” I mused. “Fun to play with and functional!”

 

The night market was small and had nothing of interest for the menfolk so Ana sent us straight back to the bar, then joined us later. We went to the Whiskey Bar room, dark and mysterious, with mustachioed and tattooed bartenders, oil paintings of Hendrix, Marilyn, Bill Murray, Coltrane, an ancient fireplace, a tapestry, classic chairs and couches. Adrian ordered us a round of Old Fashioned. Then another round. Then tequila shots. Then tequila cocktails. Than more Tequila shots. Then a beer to polish us off. As we drank and chatted, more people arrived and soon it was full and we had made friends. The conversation turned to testicular testosterone treatments as it sometimes does, and all the 40 and 50 year old dudes in the bar (which was just Adrian and me) compared notes on mid-life libido levels, frequency of morning wood, hair growth and loss, body mass index ratios, and the requirement for testosterone supplementation in the form of a cream that is applied to the testicles daily. It was very scientific, but in the end we decided tequila was going to be just as effective at making us more manly, and funnier too.

Ana gave us the nod at 10:30 as we were fully polluted. She could see that our internal gyroscopes had been thrown off by all that tequila so getting back to the marina by foot power was going to be a challenge. She found us an Uber and we cruised in comfort back to Adrian’s marina and I believe I remained awake the entire ride.

 

Ana captained us back to SeaLight on the dinghy, but she doesn’t like going fast so it was a rather long and rather cold ride, but still a real hoot. Ana poured me into bed and that was it for the day. But I’m happy we finished up our time in this fine city with a roar!

 

Charleston, we are gonna miss you.