By Margaret Evans Y'all know I love me a good glass of wine, right? I believe I've mentioned that a time or two. And when I'm at a cocktail party, I want a cocktail. It adds sparkle to the occasion. Greases the conversation. Makes me feel charming. (You become quite charming, too, by the way!) I like to drink and I like people who like to drink.
Candice Glover won American Idol last night, and I'm sitting here thinking that it feels like the day after Christmas. You know the feeling. All that collective excitement, anticipation and good will finally culminated in a day of great joy, and you got just what you wanted, and so did everybody else . . . and now what? It's bittersweet. (Or, maybe that's just me. I seem to specialize in bittersweet.)
It may (or may not) surprise you to learn that your humble scribe here, while admittedly a rank amateur – okay, borderline ignoramus – about many of the topics upon which she regularly expounds, is an expert of the highest order when it comes to Beaufort's current obsession: American Idol.
I met Mark "Puck" Myckleby through his charming son Keaton, one of four 7th graders from Riverview Charter School who came to shadow us on "career day" back in February. The kids lucked out, because "career day" happened to coincide with day one of the Beaufort International Film Festival, where we were media sponsors.
I am writing to you from a Howard Johnson's in Greensboro, NC. We're here for another dance convention – our daughter's obsession, remember? – after spending hours yesterday hoofing around downtown Greenville, SC, shooting video for an architecture documentary my husband's making.