Last week-end, the girls and I went to Myrtle Beach for the week-end. "The girls" being me, Z, Teddi, and AEG. I'm blessed to have lots of close girl friends but, they're not really one big "group" of friends that are all friends with each other. I mean, being in a sorority a lot of us know each other, for sure, but we're not all friends with the same people or as close to the same people. And a lot of the time I sort of prefer one on one interaction. I'm selfish that way sometimes.
Everyone is living in all different places now... it sucks in some ways, but it also lets you know who will make you a priority and who you'll make a priority. When it comes down to long distance calls and plane rides to stay close, you quickly figure out who you're true friends are. Plus, you know, you have those friends that you'll always see as "the girls"... you know that you'll be 80 and they'll remind you of how you were when you were 18. There's this quote from My So-Called Life about the friends that have known you forever and they know you in a way that other people can't because they've watched you change.
Which is why I got on a plane at 7:30 Friday morning, stopped in Atlanta, got on another plane at 9:30... that was so small I could see the propellers MOVING outside my window (terrifying) landed in Florence, SC (which might be a lovely place but sure as hell has the smallest airport I've ever seen) and then drove an hour over to the coast to pick the girls up at the Myrtle Beach airport. There was sun, there was champagne, there was some much needed girl time. All in all, it was totally lovely and I can't wait for our next adventure.
Behold, my awesome packing skills. Not only did I get everything into two carry-ons, including my laptop, but they both fit under my seat:
The plane was seriously tiny.
Why, yes, my friends did pack two bottles of wine and a bottle of champagne in their luggage!
The view from our balcony:
How awesome is our pool?
Checking out the view...
Yup, it's all gossip, pillow fights and braiding each other's hair... Seriously though, check out my handiwork. Doesn't Z's hair look great? I wish mine was long enough to fishtail braid.
So we started at this bar called "Ocean Annie's" based on some joker's recommendation. Joke was on us, as we were the youngest people there by a good 15-20 years. Lots of cute dancing couples...
Went to some place called "Broadway" which is like the Downtown Disney of Bars. Sought a much needed drink. Found an Irish Bar. Thus... Carbombs.
Chocolate cake shots.
Double dutch. Which lead to the most memorable line of the evening... "Who does she think she is? Interrupting double dutch!"
I SO want XM Satellite Radio now! This led to an impromptu dance party in the car. My love for Marky Mark cannot be contained.
One last view of the water...
Such a fun time! It was totally the worth the fourteen hour, Delta Airlines fueled hell of getting back to Orlando on Sunday. ;)