I have cast my lot with a shepherd.

It took about a minute of talking to Craig Rogers on Tuesday night for me to decide that we were going to hang out a lot this week. The sheep herder from Border Springs farm in Virginia is funny and sweet and needs his own TV show and book deal. Bona fide character, that one.

Last night, I got to meet the clams side of the tour bus, or rather, the golf cart. Travis and Ryan from Rappahannock River Oysters finally made it to town, and Craig arranged for me to have a personalized oyster tasting. The only problem: it had to take place at midnight on the Battery. When asked why I was required to stay out way past my bedtime on a school night, Craig replied that it would just be better that way. Having faith in the shepherd means you go along with it. The night turned out to be a wild ride in a golf cart on the dark streets of Charleston.

Here are some outtakes from the silly adventure:

Travis really does have a cooler full of oysters. They’re keeping it in their hotel room.

Oysters and moonshine. I’m pretty sure drinking from a jar of moonshine openly on the Battery at midnight is frowned upon.

The water. Kind of creepy at night.

Me. After midnight. Eating oysters. On the Battery. I would’ve never believed this happened, so here’s my proof.

A note about the Rappannock Oysters. They are crisp and clean and have varying degrees of salinity. I liked the Old Salts the best. The oyster guys and I got into a pretty rousing discussion about muddy local clusters, which I’m pretty sure they were scoffing at. I defended us and our oyster traditions, Charleston. Don’t worry. But I’m pretty sure they think I’m an unsustainable, mud-sucking idiot.

After the oyster tasting, moonshine drinking, and oyster debating, we hopped back on the golf cart in search of an elusive boat party at City Marina. By the time we made it around the Battery to the marina, the cart was losing power fast. Luckily, Jim, the City Marina night watchmen, came to our rescue, and we actually found a plug at the base of a palm tree. Twenty minutes on the charging station and we were good to go.

I’m not sure if there will be a Lambs and Clams, Take 3. But I’m not going to rule it out. It’s only Thursday after all.