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.


82 comments


  • Alexis

    The best summer days are days I get to spend time with BOTH of my parents. Sleeping in, fishing, a big game of poker with the family, then a sleepover/ all nighter with my best friends<3


  • Alexis

    The best summer days are days I get to spend time with BOTH of my parents. Sleeping in, fishing, a big game of poker with the family, then a sleepover/ all nighter with my best friends<3


  • Karrigan Falber

    Everyday of summer is perfect but the best days are the ones where you spend the day doing what YOU want. You wake up early and pack a lunch for the beach with your friends. As you make the lunch you can already smell the beach and almost feel the sand in your toes. But how is this possible when you live 3 hours away from the beach??? It’s because you love the beach. You throw your bathing suit on and some clothes over it and head out the door. Waiting for you is an all white jeep with the roof and doors off. As your driving you jam out to the latest music and dance like no ones watching. When you get to the beach you set up your towels and apply your tanning lotion. You lay out with your friends and talk girl gossip about the cute guy that keeps looking over at you. And when you finally get the guts to talk to him you find out his personality makes him 10x more attractive than he already is. Then he invites you and your friends to a bonfire party that night and you have so much fun dancing and hanging out with your friends. Because that’s what summer is really all about. Living your life like today might be your last day.
    Twitter: @karriganfalber


  • Ann

    My perfect summer day begins waking up at my uncles camp, grabbing my cup of coffee and heading out to the deck to enjoy the morning. Once breakfast is made (which is usually an egg sandwiches on a bagel), then begins the rest of the day. The rest of the day can range from reading the weekend paper on the deck, to heading to the lake to rent out a paddle boat, or working on the local campgrounds with my uncle. My perfect summer day is spent relaxing with family and enjoying the simplicity of life.

    Twitter: Ann_Catherine


  • Meredith B.

    A perfect summer day changes with age. That being said, I’m going to throw it back to my childhood circa 1988-1995 and what I spent those long & hot summer days doing.

    I’d wake up on the screen porch of our summer beach house in Myrtle Beach to the smell of pancakes and bacon. I’d find my Dad cooking because he always let my momma sleep in since she spent the school year chasing after my 2 sisters and I and our busy schedules.
    I’d scoff my breakfast down so I could get to the pool and meet my friends to play Marco Polo where afterwards we’d have cannon ball competitions. Two and a half hours later and I’d head back to the house to eat lunch and have mom bathe me and my freckled fair skin self in SPF 100.
    She’d throw a hat on and (lovingly) bark orders to my Dad to not forget the cooler for the beach. We’d all grab our perspective beach chairs, towels, and toys and head down the short sandy pathway to the beach as a family. After hours of playing in the ocean and arguing over who won for the best sand castle, we’d load up our beach gear and head inside to get cleaned up for dinner.
    Up to our ears in hush puppies and fried shrimp, it was back to the beach to watch the nightly fireworks off the pier down by the house. Despite the guaranteed sugar high, we’d grab snow cones while enjoying the typically Patriotic fireworks show.
    9 o’clock would roll around and though we weren’t really on a schedule, my dad would flip my sleepy little sister over his shoulder, grab my mommas hand, and it was back to the house and in bed so that we could start the warm summer day all over again!

    Twitter @berrygirlsc

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