This is where we ate...
The Beacon Club! Kinda fancy for us, how'd we score a membership you ask?
Ah, of course there is a story, and I can't give away all my secrets, but let's just say there was a charity silent auction involved.
I even brushed my hair, put on make up and found matching sandals. Although there is a dress code, and I did adhere to it, I think that they will add a "no hippie chick attire" clause to the code.
Sarah and John. No, we weren't all kicked out, we actually left of our own accord. Although we were off to one corner so as to not bother anyone. But our waiter kind of took a liking to us after he over heard me telling a story about swilling PBR in Raleigh. I generally don't drink cheap brew, but when in Rome, or NC. He offered to line us up with Tequila after our desserts. I knew it was time to go. Tequila=bad.
Ogre says no photos.