J.P. and I are in
mrtl Myrtle Beach for a quick weekend getaway before I head down to Charleston for a meeting next week.
We’ve recovered from the initial excitement . . . making it to the airport with exactly 4 1/2 minutes to spare yesterday morning. And then awaiting the arrival of J.P.’s golf clubs because they didn’t make it onto our plane. Golf clubs, schmolf clubs, I’m just glad our luggage made it. But he would’ve been a little upset because here’s where he spent his Saturday morning:
Then we had lunch at the club. Doesn’t that sound fancy? Um, yeah—his meal was included as part of his lesson fee. And they would’ve given us mine too, except that we were too honest.
Our afternoon was spent at a serious tourist trap called Broadway at the Beach. It wasn’t bad—just very touristy. Tonight we’re heading out to find some seafood, hopefully something local. Not sure what else we’ll do ’til we leave on Monday—definitely some beach walking and maybe even some geocaching. Have a great weekend!