The Story of Boats, Bow Ties & Freedom

Picture this. You wake up, early enough that the heat of the summer hasn’t yet taken away the cool morning air that fills your home, especially as you open the door to the second story porch. You survey the sky- all is clear but a few clouds in the distance. The street around you is calm and peaceful- all that can be heard is the faint hum of a lawn mower in the distance, and the lazy panting of the neighbor’s dog, barely visible through their fenced in yard. It couldn’t be a more peaceful start to the day, and you know it will only get better.

You receive a call from one of your closest friends, while having an essential cup of coffee on the balcony. They know a friend of a friend who wants to get a group together to make the most of this perfect American summer day. And what makes it so American? They have a boat, of course. Ripe for the taking, and ready to be taken out for a day on the water. It’s a no-brainer to say yes immediately, of course. This is exactly why you chose to move to Charleston, South Carolina, land of the harbor, the high-class, and the ultimate southern American lifestyle.

You’ll be picked up right outside your house in a half hour- can’t waste the day, and the perfect sailing weather. You head back inside to get ready, and it’s a given that you throw on your new United Tees Boats, Bowties, and Freedom tank over your bathing suit, paired with a baseball cap. It’s perfectly appropriate for a day at sea, and you know you’ll stay cool and comfortable.

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A red Jeep Wrangler pulls up into your drive right on time. As you climb in the back, there are a couple faces you recognize, but a couple that are unfamiliar. You aren’t worried-you know you’ll all be friends by the end of this adventure. As you pull up to the dock at the harbor where this elusive friend of a friend’s boat is waiting, you’re filled with excited anticipation- the boats that are kept at this particular area are bigger and nicer than anything you’ve ever encountered.

With coolers and koozies at hand, you follow the group to- of course- the very biggest and most impressive boat of them all. You’re greeted by a handsome, youthful guy at the bow, waving at you with one hand, a Bud Light in the other. You read the name of the boat off the side- Freedom Rider, it’s called. Perfect.

The rest of the day flies by in a blur of expert sailing, a perfect breeze, and plenty of good ol’ American beer to go around. At one point you stand alone at the side, surveying the amazing view of the city from afar, with Luke Bryan playing faintly from the other end of the boat. You can’t imagine how this day, or your summer, can get any better than this.

Just as you have that thought, the owner of the boat comes up and throws his arm around you, letting you know that this day in paradise won’t be quite over just yet. He knows of a party being thrown that evening in a house on the Battery, overlooking the very water you’re sailing in. It’s going to be filled with the upper-class of Charleston, he warns you, and you all have to get back right away so you have time to get dressed in your very best attire. Are you interested?

Of course.

After pulling the boat back into the marina and docking it, you all run back to the car, wanting plenty of time to get ready and prepared for what’s promised to be one of the biggest parties of the summer. After making sure every hair is in place and every dress and suit are left unwrinkled, you are all ready to go just in time for the cab to pick you up- not quite a limo, but close enough for you.

As you enter the party, immediately you are blinded by the brightness and glitter of the outfits of the immaculately dressed socialites, paired perfectly with their dates’ flawless smiles. There are men in bowties and seersucker galore, and you feel that you couldn’t create a more stunning southern American display if you tried. You are immediately handed a glass of champagne, and whisked away to the third story, where you are promised the most amazing view of the harbor available in the entire city.

You aren’t even slightly disappointed. As you stand with a crowd of your new friends of southern royalty, you soak in the view of the harbor, somehow looking even more brilliant than it had earlier that day. As you admire the view, suddenly you see fireworks go off in the distance, coming from across the water  Though you know that there is no major holiday to be celebrated, the fireworks somehow make perfect sense. Every day in this city is a day to be celebrated, and what’s a better American way to do so than with fireworks? 


You know you’re going to need at least a few days to process how incredible this summer day has been for you. You've truly lived the American dream- complete with boats, bow ties, and freedom.


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  • Katie Pileggi

    My perfect summer day would start by waking up naturally from the sunshine, not by an alarm. Then, I would go to my local breakfast hub for a morning latte and a garden omlet. Next up, a trip to the farmers market to get food for dinner tonight. Afterwards, I would go back home to change, then head off to the beach (in this scenario I actually live by the beach). I would meet up there with all of my friends and we spend the whole day there in the water, on the sand, and on the pier. We would grab a bit for lunch at a small cafe on the pier. Of course, someone special would have to be there to take all the Instagram pictures. After the long beach day, I would head home to make my favorite dinner, fish tacos. When I am all full from the tacos, I take a social media break, then go on a sunset bikeride to get froyo. After all is said and done, I go back home and take a bath and crawl into bed, and ponder over my perfect day.

  • Brandi Bradley

    My perfect day at the beach would be loading up with my friends and family and family friends and our dogs and going out to the lake for the day with the boat and tubes and all Linda’s of food and drinks and just go and lay out and swim and go tubbing and just spend time together and play corn hole and jut have fun and thank god for this day. I can’t wait to be doing this!!!

  • Ashley Ginns

    My perfect summers day
    I wake up with the windows open so I can hear the birds chirping and a slight breeze blowing the trees. I walk into the kitchen and make some bacon and toast. I take it out on the porch to enjoy it rocking on the porch looking out over the lake while I hear the neighbors kids already splashing in the water. I know I only have an hour left before every one arrives so I run inside to throw on my bathing suit, sunscreen, united tees tank, red, white and blue shorts and some sunglasses.

    Just then I hear a knock at the door. It is all of my closest friends dressed in red, white and blue ready to go on the lake. We run to the dock and get on the boat. We take turns skiing, tubing, wake boarding, and driving as fast as we can! Once we are all exhausted from an afternoon on the lake we head back to my house where the girls lay out to tan while the guys play a friendly game of baseball practicing for the big game tonight. We order pizza and just enjoy the sun as we sip on our fresh cold lemonade.

    We all head to the baseball field around 6 so we can get good seats. The smell of burgers and hot dogs from the grill fill the stadium and draws everyone over. We yell for our favorite team as they make run after run. It is a very tight game and the score is 10-10 in the bottom of the 9th inning. The hitter walks up to the plate, swings the bat and winks at me as he makes a walk off homerun. The crowd goes wild and storms the field everyone is hugging as fireworks blast overhead.

    We all hurry back to the trucks and climb in the truck bed because the night isn’t over! We speed to the country concert down the road and dance the night away to our favorite country songs by our favorite band! Of course the concert ends with the singing of our national anthem and fireworks all around because there is no better way to spend the best day of the year, 4th of July.

  • Jose Diosdado

    My Interpretation of a perfect summer day goes like this:
    My perfect summer day I wake up to the smell of bacon and the sound of kids playing outside while the sprinklers are going. The weather is about 85 degrees and is windy enough to where it’s not too hot. It’s perfect weather to be able to wear a tank top and not get sunburnt. My friend picks me up in their Jeep Wrangler and we roll down the sun roof cruising around the town with the music blasting. With no cares we end up driving out into the country drinking some cold lemonade to replenish our thirst. After that, we end up going to the lake and change into our chubbies. We get in our boat, and cruise around again with the music blasting loud enough to hear it around the lake. With the water from the lake splashing our skin and cooling us off from the heat. We end up going swimming and it feels like heaven feeling the cold thin water against our skin. After we’re done swimming we end up going fishing, and catch plenty of fish to eat for dinner. After we eat the juicy fish for dinner, a bunch of our friends come down to the lake to have a bonfire. With the weather dropping to 50 degrees, the bonfire feels warm and tender against our skin. Everyone is now wearing red white and blue tank tops and chubbies and chacos. We all dance around and celebrate like its our last night of our lives while the American flag is waving in the back. I mean who wouldn’t want to celebrate if they’re wearing United tees shirts? I mean I know I would(;. Thanks America for a heck of a good summer day! @_jossseee_

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