too fabulous
Last night Adam ( Elgweth ) snuggled up to me and whispered, "mmmm...you smell like a french fry." As I erupted into giggles, he said, "You shouldn't laugh. You almost got bit."
I only have one word for Myrtle Beach; Classy with a capital "C." I was nervous the whole time that I'd use the wrong fork, or that Adam would order our entrees using an inflection from the south of France rather than the north, and the waiter would laugh at us. What I really want is to find a place where I can just relax and be myself. If I want to ride down the street on my Harley wearing nothing but a confederate flag halter top and daisy dukes, then by God I should be able to do it, without anyone calling me "cheap" or "sleazy". I want no less than 10 Seafood Buffet options, and if I want to earn some extra cash by entering a bikini bull riding competition, then no one should be able to stop me. And don't get me started on beach gear and country music; they're why God made this country, and they shouldn't be hard to find. If only such a place existed.
Sarcasm aside, we had a great time at Myrtle this weekend. Where else can you carry two Hefty bags full of beer cans down to the dumpster without anyone blinking an eye? The weather was pretty bad, cold and rainy, so we just sat inside and...well I have to admit it, we played Dungeons and Dragons and drank copiously. It was a lot of fun. Saturday night things cleared up a bit, so we went out dancing and drinking. Two fashionable ladies applauded my head banging at "revolutions," a bar playing hard rock from the 70's, and a grizzled old biker lady grabbed Adam's ass with a firm grip and no shame. He turned around and said, "I'll see YOU later..."
Yes, even with biker week, it was a weekend to remember.
I only have one word for Myrtle Beach; Classy with a capital "C." I was nervous the whole time that I'd use the wrong fork, or that Adam would order our entrees using an inflection from the south of France rather than the north, and the waiter would laugh at us. What I really want is to find a place where I can just relax and be myself. If I want to ride down the street on my Harley wearing nothing but a confederate flag halter top and daisy dukes, then by God I should be able to do it, without anyone calling me "cheap" or "sleazy". I want no less than 10 Seafood Buffet options, and if I want to earn some extra cash by entering a bikini bull riding competition, then no one should be able to stop me. And don't get me started on beach gear and country music; they're why God made this country, and they shouldn't be hard to find. If only such a place existed.
Sarcasm aside, we had a great time at Myrtle this weekend. Where else can you carry two Hefty bags full of beer cans down to the dumpster without anyone blinking an eye? The weather was pretty bad, cold and rainy, so we just sat inside and...well I have to admit it, we played Dungeons and Dragons and drank copiously. It was a lot of fun. Saturday night things cleared up a bit, so we went out dancing and drinking. Two fashionable ladies applauded my head banging at "revolutions," a bar playing hard rock from the 70's, and a grizzled old biker lady grabbed Adam's ass with a firm grip and no shame. He turned around and said, "I'll see YOU later..."
Yes, even with biker week, it was a weekend to remember.