I really enjoyed my September beach getaway weekend with my daughter...
We left Akron about 3:00 AM on Thursday morning, hoping to make it to the beach right about the 3:00 PM resort check-in time.
I drove a little, then Carrie drove a little. During her time at the wheel, I am happy to report that she successfully avoided being run off a mountainside by a swaying 18-wheeler. Carrie claimed my cries of "oh fuck" scared her more than the wandering truck. I promised to keep the "oh fucks" to myself after that.
We did make it to the resort right at check-in time. And down to the pool about 10 minutes later. We spent a lot of the next 4 days at the pool/beach area.
Lots of good times and interesting observations.
A group of young Latin partiers took over the main spa for a few hours one afternoon, playing their loud music, drinking, dancing, eating, and fornicating in the spa for all to see. They were young and full of life. And left evidence of that life in the spa. We avoided that spa until after the next morning's sanitizing.
The next evening, the main spa was quieter. Just Carrie and I for a bit. A few kids wandered in and out. And then a mid-life, giggling couple hopped in and started doing it; yes, that IT. Not caring that little kids were wandering around all curious and shit, acting like they were teenagers and did not know that maybe they should get a room or just go to THEIR room...
They finally left and a couple of other guys and some girls showed up - all friendly and chatty. The girls' parents came by and between the parents and Carrie throwing the H word around a few times, the guys remained almost perfect gentlemen.
All was good...but the following evening we decided we would try to grab a smaller two or three person spa if available. No room for out of control partiers and/or lovers or those looking for love in all the wrong places. Just nice family folk who brought their birthday girl and friends to the beach for the night.
Carrie introduced me to an awesome new tropical drink. She sent me to the pool side cafe to get a beer and a margarita with an extra glass "so we could mix them into Beer-itas." I tried to explain to the bartender what I wanted and what I wanted to do with them; he looked confused, but poured me two half beers from the tap and two half margaritas that were actually 3/4 full, put them in a carrier and sent me on my way. Four drinks for the price of two. Those were some mighty fine drinks.
We were up fairly early each morning, considering that the sleeping area in our room was on the garage side rather than the ocean side so the sun did not wake us. Sunday morning was the only morning we both seemed to be moving slower - maybe because, according to my phone activity monitor, we walked 10 miles throughout the day Saturday...
But vacation is not for sleeping in...
So said the early morning blaring broadcast informing us that an emergency was reported in the building and that we needed to leave by the nearest exit that was not an elevator...
The stairs were packed within minutes so we chose to walk down the car ramp, in our pajamas, before we could make our coffee, to greet the Myrtle Beach firefighters on Ocean View Blvd.
Well that woke us up...and we never did find out what (or who) started it all.
But the rest of Sunday was lazy beach/pool day with a side of Seafood Buffet in the evening - yum.
Monday morning we headed back to Ohio with almost a half tank of gas. My car has a little tank so I always wait til the low-gas light comes on and then start looking for a gas station. I know I have 1.5 gallons (25-40 miles depending) from the time the light comes on....
No problem, right?
Right, except when the next 4 exits do not have gas stations listed on their exit signs...WTF???
People need gas, even if they live in the middle of nowhere - which I did not think we were in until the gas light started glowing.
I finally just got off the highway, determined to find gas, because I was running low. The car seemed to be guzzling faster than usual...
I started panicking a little (ok, more than a little) because the phone and TomTom GPS were not getting service to help us locate a gas station...
Finally, Carrie's service kicked in...and she said we needed to backtrack...Nooooo! I am not sure we can make it back that far.
But we made it - with a quarter gallon to spare.
Needless to say we did not wait for the gas light to come on before we filled up next time.
I miss the beach..
I wanna go back...
