Matt and I just got back from our "Babymoon" (last vacation a couple takes together before the baby arrives) and it was soooo much fun! We went to Myrtle Beach and stayed in a nice hotel, Dunes Village. Matt and I always have so much fun together and this trip was no different. We stuffed ourselves silly, relaxed on the beach and by the pool, and RELAXED!! I am very blessed to have a husband who is so much fun...seriously-he's a hoot and keeps me laughing nonstop. I'm also very blessed that both of us tend to make the best out of situations that could make some people incredibly mad. We try not to let things ruin our fun and we try to just go with the flow. So...
After our vacation to the beach in July with Matt's family, Matt and I vowed not to go back to Myrtle Beach due to the incredible amount of rednecks that seem to flock there. However, we figured it was just because it was over the 4th of July and the fact that holidays and alcohol always tend to bring out the "best" in people. Well, this trip was no different. The first couple of days was pretty calm but then the cat really drug in some "winners." Now, I know I sound mean, and I apologize. I try to love people and accept people, but when I am on vacation I have a low tolerance for ignorant and loud people. :) I don't have tons of specifics for you, but I do have a few examples:
-When I am leisurely floating in the lazy river, I do not find it fun to be kicked and ran into by kids who are swimming like Michael Phelps under, beside and on top of me. (Where are these kids parents?)
-When I am swimming in the pool I hate to hear LOUD, middle-aged, drunk men use every cuss word in a sentence predicting who would win all of the upcoming college football games. (I think these were the parents of the annoying kids in the lazy river).
-When I'm laying out on the beach, enjoying the peaceful sounds of the ocean I hate to be interrupted by bratty kids screaming to their parents, "GIVE ME A TOWEL! GIVE ME A TOWEL! GIVE ME A TOWEL!" after they got knocked over by a wave in the salty ocean. I hate when the parents don't tell the kid to shut up-instead they just laugh at them.
-When I come in from a day at the beach and am loaded down with beach gear, patiently waiting on the elevator, I hate when people are completely oblivious and take their time getting off the elevator as if I am not waiting on them.
These are just a few examples, but really-people annoyed me. Matt and I chose to laugh at all of these situations instead of explode...but trust me, I was close. :) We decided after this trip that we will only stay in North Myrtle Beach now. Things seem to be quiter there and less people...just the way we like it. :)
Now our room: We have stayed at this resort before and loved it. The rooms are so nice and we were really excited to go back. Our first night there, we were laying in the bed and I happened to look on the wall and I said, "Matt-is that a bug?!" He looked and sure enough it was a small roach. UM GROSS! I cannot deal with roaches. So, Matt tried to hit it with a shoe, knocked the sucker down and then the roach ran off to who knows where. I decided to jump on top of the coffee table while Matt moved the bed, the box springs, mattress, etc. to find this nasty bug. Finally, after about 20+ minutes, I happened to pick up Matt's computer bag (yes, I was now off of the coffee table
trying to help) and there was the stupid roach. I killed him! After we cleaned everything up, I couldn't help but laugh because our room looked like a tornado had ripped through it. We remembered when we had arrived into our room that afternoon that our balcony door was open. We figured they had sprayed for bugs or something, so we shrugged it off to chance.
Night number two: We were laying in the bed about midnight and I saw in the reflection of the mirror over our tv a HUGE roach. I, again, said: "Matt, is that a bug?!" He jumped up, tried to hit it, it fell and the search for the roach began again. This roach was ENORMOUS!! So, what did Matt do? He moved the bed, the box springs, mattress, etc. to find this nasty bug. This time was not as funny b/c we were exhausted and disgusted. In the midst of trying to find this bug (they are fast and hard to catch), I tried stepping on it as it came near my leg, I lost my balance, grabbed onto the corner of the bed and fell. Yup, I twisted my ankle. I started to cry and laugh (because it had to have looked hilarious). It didn't hurt that bad until about 20 minutes later and Matt had to get me a bag of ice to keep on it. Long story short, we found the roach and killed it (after a long time of searching). Matt called down to the lobby and told them of our roach experiences and how his 7 mo. preggo wife twisted her ankle trying to kill one and we wanted a new room.
The next day we were instructed to pack up all of our stuff and leave it for the maids to transfer to another room. So, we did just that and headed out to the beach for the day. I'm happy to say that our new room for our last two nights was roach free. And when we checked out, they gave us a night free so that was a plus. Looking back, it was really hilarious. Gross, but hilarious. And my ankle: it's much better now. :) Despite the rednecks and two roaches, Matt and I had a blast. We ate at our favorite restaurants, shopped, and enjoyed it just being the two of us!! Next time we go to Myrtle Beach (b/c we will go back...it's just tradition), we will stay in North Myrtle and bring roach spray. :)
