I’m short on time here, and this one is going to be outrageously abbreviated, like these guys.
Toney and I are assessing the situation, and trying to decide whether or not to book a week in Myrtle Beach for the summer. Money isn’t as tight as it was six months ago, but we’re still not the Vanderbilts over here, and don’t want to throw ourselves into a crisis situation again.
It sucks that we’re forced to set up a freaking Manhattan Project to weigh the pros and cons of a beach vacation, but there you go.
Both of us are craving a touristy time at a Southern beach, with lots of activity and wildness and community fish fries with beer. Myrtle Beach is just the ticket, but it would cost a significant amount of cash. So, we’re hemming and hawing on the issue.
And just for the record: I’m not really a beach kinda guy. I don’t generally like high heat, and sand. I can take a short stroll by the water, fully clothed, and come home with sand wedged in my crack and peehole. I don’t understand how it happens, and am not a fan.
However… I LOVE the beach at night. There’s nothing better than sitting beside the ocean after dark, with a cooler full o’ the beverages, just staring straight out. Man, that’s the best. All my troubles disappear, and they’re replaced by positive thoughts and clarity. It’s awesome.
Myrtle Beach is a rockin’ good time, despite its reputation for being a tourist trap. We always have fun, and that’s what it’s about, right? Hopefully we can work it out this year.
What are your travel plans for the summer? Do you have anything lined-up? Please tell us about ’em in the comments. I need to live vicariously through you guys.
And now I’m gonna let our old pal Buck take up my slack, with an ultra-rare update from the holler. Apparently yesterday’s post about Nancy set him off, and he’s issued a manifesto. Right here.
See you guys again tomorrow.
Have a great day!