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Published: September 4th 2007
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This morning began in a panic. After lazily rolling over and cuddling up with my nice warm husband, snuggling further under the covers, Jerry decided to look at the time. We slept all the way through checkout! In a flurry of toothbrushes and suitcases, we ran at top speed to get out the door. Luckily they didn't actually care that we kept the room for 15 extra minutes, and we headed down the road.
Today was interesting in Myrtle Beach. We rather willingly got sucked into a timeshare presentation for some free show tickets, and ended up actually buying one! Aren't we posh, with our fancy shmancy timeshare? Let's be honest: not even the largest timeshare they offered would have come close to how much we actually travel. So we bought the smallest one that lets us convert our options to hotel and flight points, just to supplement the points we earn with our credit card. It was a truly geeky experience, our sales consultant popping open a bottle of non-alcoholic champagne and toasting us with those chintzy little plastic classes. However, looking at the numbers, we ended up with a phenomenal deal.
I didn't figure Jerry for the type to buy a timeshare, since he's constantly looking for the best hotel and flight prices, and grumps at me whenever I want to stay someplace more expensive. But when we sat down for our "no pressure sale", I was shocked. The woman didn't have to even sell! He was ready to go! And why, you may ask, did he lay down a good chunk of money for this prepaid vacation plan? Because he wanted to make sure his wife could travel while he was deployed. You can't beat a husband like that. So yes, I'm going to Greece. I'm actually going! And now we're going to Boston for Columbus Day to use the nifty coupon they gave us. And Niagara Falls in March for our anniversary. It's the beginning of my great travel adventure!
After stopping for dinner, we finally made it to our hotel. Once again, my research paid off. We ended up making our reservations just over a month ago for a beach resort, and I managed to swing a beach view room. I had pored over websites and hotel photos, stressing over which one would make for the perfect weekend retreat. I scored. We walked into our sixth floor room and didn't even stop to look at the inside. Our eyes went straight to the balcony, and the view that was just beyond it. We swung open the sliding glass doors and let in the warm ocean air. The wind was strong and salty, and we just couldn't stay indoors any longer.
We rushed downstairs and went for a nighttime walk on the beach, holding hands like teenagers, our shoes in our hands and our bare feet kicking in the sand. The breeze was blowing so hard we couldn't hear each other speak, so we just kept quiet and walked along. We ambled along the shoreline, dodging the occasional jellyfish that had washed up on shore. Of course, then I remembered our kayak guide in Beaufort telling us about the swarms off jellies that had been found off the coast of Myrtle Beach, and I made Jere move us a little further from the water.
Stopping by a beachside snack shop, we picked up some frozen lemonades and headed back down the beach toward our resort. There were some little fireworks being set off down the beach, and we stood to watch them for awhile. As we strolled back, carefully spooning icy lemonade into our mouths without letting the wind blow it away, we stepped carefully over names and messages other beachgoers had carved in the sand.
Back at the room, I curled up in my pajamas while Jerry ran out to get some snacks. I always forget that he's dangerous when he goes to the grocery store alone, but was once again reminded when he walked in the door with a box of banana moon pies, a box of banana twinkies, a box of regular twinkies, two bags of potato chips, a quart of chocolate milk, and the one thing he actually went out for: soda. I dove into the banana twinkies, and he went to the gym. Talk about enabling and then causing guilt!
Today's lesson: It doesn't matter how many fancy and over the top expensive fireworks displays you've seen. Nothing beats the beauty of a few cheap fireworks set off on the beach, with the sand between your toes and your arms around the one you love, surrounded by the sound of the surf.
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