Well just to let y'all know me and the whole family had the most excellent vacation to date. The south will always be where my heart is.
(And due to stalker/privacy issues, pictures will not be posted here. Sorry!)
This is the sixth year we've made the trip and the first time the ex and her son didn't go. I think I may have had a moment while holding the girls in the deep water of the Atlantic that I kind of wished they were there but that thought got washed away by the very tide that hit us!
My bro in law to be Jim brought his cornhole boards/bags he made, as he does every year. I think I played one game in years past, but since the usual cornholers didn't attend this year my dad and Jim had some new blood: me and my cousin Matt.
Right of the get-go Matt and my dad were teammates and I got Jim. Matt had started in on the Great Cornholio from Beavis and Butthead. I thought I was one of the very few people I know who missed that show!! After the first few games the shit talking started to see who would become next Great Cornholio.
Of course his first time playing, Matt threw four bags in the hole on one turn earning him the title of The Great Cornholio.
The rest of the time was spent on the beach, in the pool, or shopping. My friend Amanda flew in from Sunday 6/19 until Wednesday afternoon. We took the girls banana boating in the ocean and they loved it. $200 for four people to para sail was quite a bit of money and isn't that exciting. I took the girls, and a friend they had made there, banana boating the next day. The sea was angry that day! They made the other girl sit in front and me in back. I told them if one of them went in I'd be right behind them.
The girls started saying they were going to get sick because the waves were huge: fun for dad!! We got a ten minute ride and the day before we got almost a thirty minute ride, I felt gyped. I asked the guy if the ride was short because I didn't bring my friend with the fake boobs? Bastards!
Tuesday after some fun in the sun, Amanda and I took the kids with us so I could get some ink and then go eat. My tattoo took longer than expected so I had three, crabby, and very hungry women on my hands. Since Amanda was patient with me and my tattoo I treated her to dinner at a Brazilian restaurant called Rioz, almost the exact same thing as Fogo De Chao. The girls got to eat for free thank you baby jeebus. It was awesome, we tore up some food!
On Thursday: me, Olivia, Jim, Angie, and Amber went charter boat fishing. The sea was very angry that day too and had a boat full of people. I went out and made some local friends who kept me out until 4am that morning. The boat left at 8:30, I think? I know it was about an hour ride. Gabby went golfing with my dad. Needless to say, I felt sick before we even left to fish. Everything was Kosher until we got out past the break walls!
We finally made it to our fishing destination and at least half the people were throwing up over the side of the boat and in garbage cans. Suckas! I was on one side of the boat and Olivia fished with Angie. Matt filled me in that so many people were throwing up off the back of the boat and they were chumming the fish. In the meantime, Matt is checking on Amber, Jim, Olivia, and trying to get some fishing in. Poor Amber is PG and got sick from watching Jim toss his cookies.
I thought they had overcrowded the boat but there was plenty of room to fish once people started getting sick. There was an older gentleman next to me throwing up as I was fishing. I told him if I got chunked on he'd be going for a swim, he moved.
That was a good day. We all had quite an adventure on the boat, and Gabrielle shot a perfect game on a small nine hole, par three course. My dad shot two or three under. By the end of the day I was plumb tuckered: no cornhole for anybody that night.
On Friday we spent some time on the beach with Amber, Matt, and Vince before they left to drive home. After the beach I took the girls shopping for clothes and more luggage. Man are those little women high maintenance. Once we got back to the beach house I made them change into their clothes and we walked down by the pier where we had dinner together. The restaurant was a burger joint with outdoor seating overlooking the ocean and you could throw peanuts on the floor. The girls had a field day with that one!
After dinner the girls and I got an ice cream cone on the pier, then they talked me into fishing. I told them when it gets dark the fishing is over. Every time I threw the line out I caught something; all the kids on the pier thought I was the shiznit and the girls were bragging that's MY dad!
Saturday morning the rest of the crew left for Detroit, and the girls and I waited for a cab to the airport from the rental home. Our flight left at 1:15pm and it felt so good getting back home that fast!
We were talking about going back in August but I think this time the crowd may be smaller. As did I, the girls' left a piece of their hearts in Myrtle Beach.
(And due to stalker/privacy issues, pictures will not be posted here. Sorry!)
This is the sixth year we've made the trip and the first time the ex and her son didn't go. I think I may have had a moment while holding the girls in the deep water of the Atlantic that I kind of wished they were there but that thought got washed away by the very tide that hit us!
My bro in law to be Jim brought his cornhole boards/bags he made, as he does every year. I think I played one game in years past, but since the usual cornholers didn't attend this year my dad and Jim had some new blood: me and my cousin Matt.
Right of the get-go Matt and my dad were teammates and I got Jim. Matt had started in on the Great Cornholio from Beavis and Butthead. I thought I was one of the very few people I know who missed that show!! After the first few games the shit talking started to see who would become next Great Cornholio.
Of course his first time playing, Matt threw four bags in the hole on one turn earning him the title of The Great Cornholio.
The rest of the time was spent on the beach, in the pool, or shopping. My friend Amanda flew in from Sunday 6/19 until Wednesday afternoon. We took the girls banana boating in the ocean and they loved it. $200 for four people to para sail was quite a bit of money and isn't that exciting. I took the girls, and a friend they had made there, banana boating the next day. The sea was angry that day! They made the other girl sit in front and me in back. I told them if one of them went in I'd be right behind them.
The girls started saying they were going to get sick because the waves were huge: fun for dad!! We got a ten minute ride and the day before we got almost a thirty minute ride, I felt gyped. I asked the guy if the ride was short because I didn't bring my friend with the fake boobs? Bastards!
Tuesday after some fun in the sun, Amanda and I took the kids with us so I could get some ink and then go eat. My tattoo took longer than expected so I had three, crabby, and very hungry women on my hands. Since Amanda was patient with me and my tattoo I treated her to dinner at a Brazilian restaurant called Rioz, almost the exact same thing as Fogo De Chao. The girls got to eat for free thank you baby jeebus. It was awesome, we tore up some food!
On Thursday: me, Olivia, Jim, Angie, and Amber went charter boat fishing. The sea was very angry that day too and had a boat full of people. I went out and made some local friends who kept me out until 4am that morning. The boat left at 8:30, I think? I know it was about an hour ride. Gabby went golfing with my dad. Needless to say, I felt sick before we even left to fish. Everything was Kosher until we got out past the break walls!
We finally made it to our fishing destination and at least half the people were throwing up over the side of the boat and in garbage cans. Suckas! I was on one side of the boat and Olivia fished with Angie. Matt filled me in that so many people were throwing up off the back of the boat and they were chumming the fish. In the meantime, Matt is checking on Amber, Jim, Olivia, and trying to get some fishing in. Poor Amber is PG and got sick from watching Jim toss his cookies.
I thought they had overcrowded the boat but there was plenty of room to fish once people started getting sick. There was an older gentleman next to me throwing up as I was fishing. I told him if I got chunked on he'd be going for a swim, he moved.
That was a good day. We all had quite an adventure on the boat, and Gabrielle shot a perfect game on a small nine hole, par three course. My dad shot two or three under. By the end of the day I was plumb tuckered: no cornhole for anybody that night.
On Friday we spent some time on the beach with Amber, Matt, and Vince before they left to drive home. After the beach I took the girls shopping for clothes and more luggage. Man are those little women high maintenance. Once we got back to the beach house I made them change into their clothes and we walked down by the pier where we had dinner together. The restaurant was a burger joint with outdoor seating overlooking the ocean and you could throw peanuts on the floor. The girls had a field day with that one!
After dinner the girls and I got an ice cream cone on the pier, then they talked me into fishing. I told them when it gets dark the fishing is over. Every time I threw the line out I caught something; all the kids on the pier thought I was the shiznit and the girls were bragging that's MY dad!
Saturday morning the rest of the crew left for Detroit, and the girls and I waited for a cab to the airport from the rental home. Our flight left at 1:15pm and it felt so good getting back home that fast!
We were talking about going back in August but I think this time the crowd may be smaller. As did I, the girls' left a piece of their hearts in Myrtle Beach.
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