1- Pita Pit. As one of the few establishments that stayed open late night if my college town, I have fond memories of many a scene made/pita devoured in this little spot.
2- 50 Cent. Just one, “lil mama show you how you move it” and I’m time-warped to VIP entrances, clubs, and lycra halter tops.
3- Ribbon belts, flip flops, and watches. What? You don’t consider that the epitome of style? What’s wrong with you?!
4- Pointless driving. I feel like a solid portion of my late teenage years was spent wasting gasoline with friends for no apparent reason…or for fairly pointless reasons (i.e. stalking crushes who didn’t even know we existed).
5- Dirty, trashed, and fratastic (multi) million-dollar homes from the 1800s. #charlestonproblems