gregorylee
I'd rather be napping!!
Do not underestimate the power of sleep, and the difficulty of getting a hotel room on a holiday weekend. If nothing else I can thank the great state of North Carolina for teaching me that "Bridge ices before roadway". Thank you google for the map, but seriously, there has to be a more direct route, 36 steps, really. I would imagine the drive will become much simplified when the 73 - 74 corridor is completed though. Finally got a room and crashed in NC, this will put a damper on watching the game though. Kids argue much less when asleep!
SC-501 I feel for the people who live in Myrtle beach, having to deal with all these yahoo tourists who don't have a clue where they are going every summer. Saturday afternoon, can't check in until 4:00, get to Jimagan's (Thanks Grad!!). Game is in 3rd quarter, better than missing the whole damn thing! Sit down with wife and kids, order sammiches, and cold frothy beverage (wife is driving now so get off me). Watch Buckeye game, amazed by all the Buckeye faithful in attendance so far from home. Intrigued by M*ch*gan fans at end of bar going crazy as their team stages comeback against the mighty Appellation State dudes with raccoons on their heads, contemplate buying them a frothy beverage to ease their pain, decide against... I will just tip the pizza guy a little extra later.
Check into room, nice, great view, right across a small street from the ocean. The thought that cross's my mind is that the sound of the waves will help me sleep, but I was wrong. Unpack our shit and head to beach, tide is still pretty much in so you can walk out for what seems like forever and still only be knee deep in water (except the waves of course). I forgot how bad saltwater tastes until I was slapped in the face by waves, and having sand washed up in your asscrack doesn't help much either. Beach fun over for the day, we are off to the grocery store, the wife changed our reservation on the suggestion of someone she works with from a hotel room to a condo? It is nice to have the kitchen and stuff. Amazingly, Walmart in SC is pretty much the same as Walmart in OH, almost everything is in the same place in the store, well, at least the beer isle was?. Other than that I wasn't paying much attention. Purchase groceries, sunscreen, soda's and more frothy beverage.
JFC, is there a discount beachwear store on every corner?!?!? Stop in discount beachwear store and buy boogie, and skimmer boards, touristy t-shirts trinkets and whatnot. Get back to room, consume frothy beverages, fall asleep watching UAB and someone on TV with random gratuitous App State coach interview thrown in at every commercial break. Having given up trying to find real game on cable system of which I do not know the channels.
Day two, beach fun in the morning/afternoon. Dinner, wife wants to try "Calabash", so we go, that much deep fried food should be against some kind of law! Ugh, cardinal rule of dining, do not let me Tea glass become empty! Obviously this M*ch*gan grad will not be getting a very good tip! What is this bullshit about not being able to get a beer on Sunday? This whole situation could have been avoided.
Day Three pretty much the same as day 2. Dinner, must not have been too good, as I don't remember a bit of it, there are some things that are for sure though. I had sand in my crack, and I drank beer.
Day 4. Myrtle Waves water park, why we drive 11 hours to a beach so we can pay $100 freaking dollars to go to a water park that really isn't that much better than Wyandotte Lake is beyond me. Fucking burning hot pavement, my feet still hurt when I think about it. Dinner, River City!!!! Now this is my kinda joint, they have cheeseburgers, cheeseburgers, and more cheeseburgers. Every thing you could ever want on a cheeseburger, beer, and peanuts too! River City, I salute you!! Ripley's Aquarium, nothing too special, but they did have a part where the kids could pet Ray's (I obtained from going in depth with the kids on how it was one of these that killed the Crocodile Hunter (the wife was proud!). Go back to condo, walk on beach, step on squirmy jelly fish that washed up on shore.
Day 5. Outlet malls, who moved Washington Courthouse to SC? What is it with women and outlet malls anyway? Prices aren't really that great, bathroom is not clean, will not be depositing dump here. I am sure that they are adequately relieved although I am not. Off to Walmart gas station for tobacco, funny man pissed off about his credit card not allowing him to pump more than $27.82 worth of gas as he cusses out the pump. Off to Walmart to buy more frothy beverage and chips and salsa.
Day 6. Trying to keep things somewhat relaxed today, or so the wife says. To the beach, what relaxation is derived from having more sand planted in my asscrack I do not know. Para surfer - that looks like a lot of fun. I wonder though, when he gets to where he is going?. How the hell is he going to get back to where he started?!? The "view" at the beach has been pretty lacking from what I expected. This day isn't a lot different, that is with the exception of possible jailbait in the chairs next to ours. Black bikini, smoking body, but a nose that could probably detect O8ch's nacho's all the way from the shoe. Oh well, nothing is perfect, and as long as she is walking the other way?.
Spaghetti for dinner, nothing special, but at least it didn't cost me another Bengi.
Packing up and going home, it is a relief thinking about the return to normalcy. Then the thought of having to return to work ruins it for me. The drive back didn't seem to take as long as the one going down, "Save the Ta Ta's" bumper sticker as mentioned in the bumper sticker thread provided some amusement. Would someone please tell that limping ass deer just outside of Athens that when two bright lights are approaching, that is not the signal to go, and if you are going to go, please to not be stopping in the middle of the road! Thankfully we just clipped the back leg, deer should be fine, and much more importantly the car is fine.
Home sweet home!! Just in time to watch "Gaeux Tigers" pound the living hell out of Frank Beamers chin? err? I mean the Hokies.
SC-501 I feel for the people who live in Myrtle beach, having to deal with all these yahoo tourists who don't have a clue where they are going every summer. Saturday afternoon, can't check in until 4:00, get to Jimagan's (Thanks Grad!!). Game is in 3rd quarter, better than missing the whole damn thing! Sit down with wife and kids, order sammiches, and cold frothy beverage (wife is driving now so get off me). Watch Buckeye game, amazed by all the Buckeye faithful in attendance so far from home. Intrigued by M*ch*gan fans at end of bar going crazy as their team stages comeback against the mighty Appellation State dudes with raccoons on their heads, contemplate buying them a frothy beverage to ease their pain, decide against... I will just tip the pizza guy a little extra later.
Check into room, nice, great view, right across a small street from the ocean. The thought that cross's my mind is that the sound of the waves will help me sleep, but I was wrong. Unpack our shit and head to beach, tide is still pretty much in so you can walk out for what seems like forever and still only be knee deep in water (except the waves of course). I forgot how bad saltwater tastes until I was slapped in the face by waves, and having sand washed up in your asscrack doesn't help much either. Beach fun over for the day, we are off to the grocery store, the wife changed our reservation on the suggestion of someone she works with from a hotel room to a condo? It is nice to have the kitchen and stuff. Amazingly, Walmart in SC is pretty much the same as Walmart in OH, almost everything is in the same place in the store, well, at least the beer isle was?. Other than that I wasn't paying much attention. Purchase groceries, sunscreen, soda's and more frothy beverage.
JFC, is there a discount beachwear store on every corner?!?!? Stop in discount beachwear store and buy boogie, and skimmer boards, touristy t-shirts trinkets and whatnot. Get back to room, consume frothy beverages, fall asleep watching UAB and someone on TV with random gratuitous App State coach interview thrown in at every commercial break. Having given up trying to find real game on cable system of which I do not know the channels.
Day two, beach fun in the morning/afternoon. Dinner, wife wants to try "Calabash", so we go, that much deep fried food should be against some kind of law! Ugh, cardinal rule of dining, do not let me Tea glass become empty! Obviously this M*ch*gan grad will not be getting a very good tip! What is this bullshit about not being able to get a beer on Sunday? This whole situation could have been avoided.
Day Three pretty much the same as day 2. Dinner, must not have been too good, as I don't remember a bit of it, there are some things that are for sure though. I had sand in my crack, and I drank beer.
Day 4. Myrtle Waves water park, why we drive 11 hours to a beach so we can pay $100 freaking dollars to go to a water park that really isn't that much better than Wyandotte Lake is beyond me. Fucking burning hot pavement, my feet still hurt when I think about it. Dinner, River City!!!! Now this is my kinda joint, they have cheeseburgers, cheeseburgers, and more cheeseburgers. Every thing you could ever want on a cheeseburger, beer, and peanuts too! River City, I salute you!! Ripley's Aquarium, nothing too special, but they did have a part where the kids could pet Ray's (I obtained from going in depth with the kids on how it was one of these that killed the Crocodile Hunter (the wife was proud!). Go back to condo, walk on beach, step on squirmy jelly fish that washed up on shore.
Day 5. Outlet malls, who moved Washington Courthouse to SC? What is it with women and outlet malls anyway? Prices aren't really that great, bathroom is not clean, will not be depositing dump here. I am sure that they are adequately relieved although I am not. Off to Walmart gas station for tobacco, funny man pissed off about his credit card not allowing him to pump more than $27.82 worth of gas as he cusses out the pump. Off to Walmart to buy more frothy beverage and chips and salsa.
Day 6. Trying to keep things somewhat relaxed today, or so the wife says. To the beach, what relaxation is derived from having more sand planted in my asscrack I do not know. Para surfer - that looks like a lot of fun. I wonder though, when he gets to where he is going?. How the hell is he going to get back to where he started?!? The "view" at the beach has been pretty lacking from what I expected. This day isn't a lot different, that is with the exception of possible jailbait in the chairs next to ours. Black bikini, smoking body, but a nose that could probably detect O8ch's nacho's all the way from the shoe. Oh well, nothing is perfect, and as long as she is walking the other way?.
Spaghetti for dinner, nothing special, but at least it didn't cost me another Bengi.
Packing up and going home, it is a relief thinking about the return to normalcy. Then the thought of having to return to work ruins it for me. The drive back didn't seem to take as long as the one going down, "Save the Ta Ta's" bumper sticker as mentioned in the bumper sticker thread provided some amusement. Would someone please tell that limping ass deer just outside of Athens that when two bright lights are approaching, that is not the signal to go, and if you are going to go, please to not be stopping in the middle of the road! Thankfully we just clipped the back leg, deer should be fine, and much more importantly the car is fine.
Home sweet home!! Just in time to watch "Gaeux Tigers" pound the living hell out of Frank Beamers chin? err? I mean the Hokies.
