So, last weekend we went on vacation. Not this past weekend, but the weekend before. I'm just now getting around to sharing the details.
Oh. my. heavens.
It was suh-weet bliss.
Absolutely amazing.
Please don't get jealous or anything. We went to Myrtle Smyrtle Beach.
No biggie. Unless you haven't had a REAL vacation with your husband in 3 years.
We did try for that romantic weekend away back in December, but it was a disaster. And we had one of the best days ever, a few weeks ago; however, this was a r.e.a.l. vacation.
Now, I could tell you about the treacherous currents that kept us from getting in the water no deeper than our ankles, or the hurricane winds that about sent our umbrella back to NC, or the scary first degree burns that the Hubs got on his right leg {still} after applying sunscreen every hour. But I won't.
Because our trip was wonderful.
We really didn't do anything especially noteworthy. Except treat ourselves to some amazing grub.
Steak, lobster, and crab legs. Oh my! We kinda had a philosophy of "It's been way too long, Let's treat ourselves!" And now my extra tight pants are my reward.
Here is my Honey admiring the view. He is truly a South Carolinian with his Clemson hat & Beacon shirt!
Here is the view from our hotel balcony. We took walks to the pier each day.
The pier in the distance is 2nd Avenue Pier. That is where they would shoot the fireworks from every Wednesday night back in the summer of '01 when I was a Sojourner at MB.
Speaking of the pier, here's a funny story for you...
Honey & I decided we wanted to walk out to the end of the pier. We had just been to the Bass Pro Shop & heard some scary story about a large shark that was caught off a pier back in 1960-something. We were intrigued. This story, by the way, has nothing to do with sharks.
After spending about an hour walking the pier and observing the fisherman, with nothing more than a measly glance at jellyfish, I was bored ready to go to the pool. We were oh-so-close to the door to leave when Monique caught my Honey's attention. It is a shame that I don't have a picture of Monique. Lucky for you, I do have a visual though.
You can't see it, but behind the white shed is Monique's death trap booth. If you use your super sonic vision, you might can see her white shirt. She works for BlueGreen Resorts - the people who try to sell you timeshares to condos, and in return give you coupons and free passes to activities all over MB.
It is important to know that while we were walking the pier, we also discussed our plans for the evening. We mentioned going to the Imax theater for a show.
It would also be helpful for you to know that several years ago while Brad and I were vacationing with my family at MB, we met someone that was probably BFF's with Monique. We wanted to go to Ripley's Aquarium, and we didn't want to pay for tickets. So we pretended like we were married (we weren't at the time - this was before we were seminarians, so we lied). I don't even think we were engaged. But we pretended, and took the tour of the resort, acted very interested - even asked all the right questions, and then smashed some sale's person's hopeful dreams, grabbed our tickets and hit the road.
So, when I saw Monique, I knew what she wanted from us. But despite all of the signals that I was sending Honey's way, he just wasn't getting the picture. He casually asked if she could hook us up with the Imax tickets, and it was all downhill from there. I gave him The Eye. I cleared my throat. I nudged him. I started stepping on his toes, and did everything except kick his pitiful sun burnt leg. And he still couldn't catch my hints. I have to give Monique some credit though. She knew everything to say to convince my Honey. She was even going to offer us a free vacation - 3 days, 2 nights - of our choice. All we had to do was pay some taxes and *fees*.
Somehow we didn't make it off the pier without agreeing to visit Monique's condos. Once we got in the car, and out of earshot of our newest friend, I asked my Honey if he really wanted to spend the next three of our last twenty-four hours of vacation trying to fend off a salesperson. He seemed a little reluctant, but he was finally starting to come down off the spell that Monique had cast over him. I could have choked hugged him when he finally decided that we weren't going.
When I called to break the news to Monique, she let out a blood-curling scream that would peel paint off the wall. Evidently this was the biggest emotional roller coaster for her. She was so excited that we had finally decided to go, and now she was devastated. (Her words, not mine.) I had to end the conversation quickly so I didn't laugh at her. We ended up losing our *free* vacation, but we still went to the Imax, and it was great.
Did I mention that we went on vacation and it was wonderful?
:)
Even if my Honey is a sucker for Moniques, I still love him and his sun burnt legs.
