What the Charleston Lady Was Doing While Her Other Half Watched the Epic Finale of the 2016 World Series

By, Minta Pavliscsak
  • Enjoying the crisp fall evening on the patio while sipping a glass of wine and sneaking a few pieces of the kid’s Halloween candy.
  • Hanging out with her man because she is after all a true Southern Bell, and supporting his interests is just part of what we do. {…even if there may be texts exchanged with the bestie about how cute that one player’s butt looks in his uniform.}
  • Sleeping – hopefully not interrupting any important plays with the occasional, adorable snore.
  • Finally catching up on her DVR shows on the smaller T.V.
  • Using her man’s credit card to buy those shoes she has been eyeing for quite some time now. -How that matching belt made its way into the shopping bag is a mystery to her!-
  • Constantly refilling the chip bowl and mixed nuts while making countless pigs in blankets, all while keeping the coffee table her honey and his friends are huddled around clear of empty beer cans and bottle caps.
  • Taking advantage of an empty house to sit around in her favorite baggy, ripped sweats and bleached stained hoodie for once…crazy hair and all.
  • Getting hit on at Mac’s Place -unbeknownst to her significant other- by some guy rooting for the opposing team, despite the fact that her and her man have been sharing a plate of nachos since the second inning and he keeps drinking her beer because he refuses to take his eyes off of the screen.
  • Pretending to show interest in the game but instead, plotting her moment when she gets to use the line that starts with, “Honey remember that time when I sat up with you after midnight watching the World Series?”
  • Cheering right along by her love’s side because she has always been a Cubs fan.

 

World Series 2016 Video

Where My Love Rests in Magnolia Gardens – Original Poem

Still, on a bridge of crimson red, frozen in a moment so sweet, I feel your breath softly caressing my neck
Skin so soft, words so gentle

Surrounded by the echoes of historic elegance and the winds of Southern kisses our lips meet for one compassionate kiss

Magnolia scents

A garden of Eden illuminated by the light of Heaven
A symphony of azaleas, daffodils and camellias blossom all around
A classical harmony of birds whistling the songs of ancestors dining and dancing under the stars

The nature trail, a moving canvas with colors of the rainbow painted all around

I take your hand as the alligators lie still, the heron and egrets stand at attention and the turtles slowly find a place to rest their weary bodies
Tender fingers lock with mine, a simple Southern smile
With a gust of wind I feel us rising high above the majestic trees, floating to the clouds
Gardens below blossoming in the spring air

A home so quiet now, at peace from hundreds of years of harvest
The swamp so green like a carnival of Irish delight

plant1So perfect, this plantation
A symbol of the love between heart and nature
Looking in your eyes, I feel safe
As we glide down to the bosom of this Magnolia estate, I see a blanket embroidered with the word “home”

Come with me my angel, walk through history, lay homage to the sculptures and smell the flowers tickling our legs as we find our place

Let us rest, my love under this enchanted tree as the nectar of the gardens allure keep us warm