I am, in fact, still alive.
Turns out there is a teeny tiny little liquor store just down the street here in East Nowhere and I am the proud owner of a carton of little bottled mojitos.
They are better than they sound.
So, the ol' vacation started out a little rough what with the flat tire on the way down and arrival here at beach house Sea Budget Stretch only to find our private pool was full of algae (Rental lady: "Oh yeah, we knew that was a problem."), the beach was a bit further away than advertised and there were no sheets on any of the beds and we didn't figure that out until well after midnight.
Confidential to anyone who rents out beach homes: Do you put sheets on the beds when you turn over a unit?
We complained and the lady told us it's standard because she's had people question whether or not the sheets were clean when they were already on the beds.
I call bullshit. I think it's laziness.
Anyway, it poured the rains the first couple of days, and oh, my word you have never seen lightning the likes of which we saw.
I saw said lightning at 3:40 am because I was up with my back a painin' me.
It got all kinds of jacked up on the way down here after 10 hours driving a Prius and today is the first day I've been able to move.
Seriously, what with all the green environmental crunchiness of said auto, wouldn't ya think it'd be all ergonomically correct for my chakra or something?
Well, it's not.
Thought I was going to have to have the beach patrol come get me out of my chair the other day.
After a trip to town for a heating pad and bucket of Advil, I'm on the mend.
Lots of Advil? Has gastric consequences.
Just sayin'.
The fact that this house is furnished from Orthopaedically Incorrect Digest isn't helping matters, though.
Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum did manage to fix the pool today.
I couldn't make them believe that you can't drain the green water and fill the pool with fresh water at the same time and expect it to come out any differently.
It's been interesting having my dad and my mother in law here, kind of stressful worrying about one of them busting their respective asses at the beach and on the steps.
I somehow managed to fry the front of my legs to a crispy crunch and I think the only way I could look more like a yokel tourist is if I get a fanny pack and an airbrushed t-shirt.
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And I'm' still way jealous of you being at the beach. And your little bottled mojitos which sound fab.
I'm not in "the biz" any more, but I coulda still helped you out. I'm sorry you got stuck in a not-great place. That's a shame because there are so many really great places down there.
Not that I'd want to be in any of them. A vacation is a mountain with clean, dry air and wildflowers, not a humid, sandy allergen bowl. :)
Damn, but I can't help but feel a little nostalgia, here. Sounds like how most of our vacations start out. Still. Hope the mojitos are helping!
At least you have mojitos and beautiful sunsets!
Can i vote for a picture of you with burned legs and a fanny pack? Please?
Not to defend the sheet issue, because, seriously, they need to pu sheets on the beds, but when I lived at my grandparents' beach house in college, we didn't put sheets on the bed until the very last minute. Clean sheets are a magnet for salt and sand...if they were on the bed an hour before you got in, you could bank on a crusty bed!
I also call BS on the sheet issue, only due to the fact that you should at least provide the sheets (like folded on the bed or something) so that the person can choose to use the "perhaps not clean" sheets or not.
Sounds like all of my beach vacations before I met my hubby. Since meeting him, we vacation with a group of his friends in the Outer Banks every year and they go first class (very foreign to my frugal, always poor social worker self). So the drive down tends to be the fiasco and the rest goes smoothly. Last year was out last vacation with that group so we'll see what happens when hubby and I try to go it alone. Hehe.
Make sure you let your map and coupon book hang out of your fanny pack!
Little bottles of mojitos make anything better, right?
I must say, it sounds like you're having an interesting vacation. I hope those little bottled mojitos are delicious.
Cas
on noes! sorry. the beach house we rented in the outer banks didn't come with sheets, and the beach house we are renting this year in sunset beach doesn't either. but you can pay them extra to provide them. they should have at least told you they didn't have sheets. that part is bs.
I'll trade my "Good" day at the office with your rough day on vacation any time. :)
Glad to hear that mojitos were at least within reach.
that is a breathtaking photograph. i've been perusing beach houses for a week now, but I've not seen one picture that pretty. as for the back...it makes me hurt thinking about it, given my own sciatical history, but have you tried Naproxen (Aleve)? Better yet, have you tried Aleve with a bottled Mojito?
Yikes! I so hope my vacation goes better than that!
malia
Well, it's official. Your on vacation. Is it really a vacation unless something goes wrong? Enjoy.
What exactly is wrong with an airbrush tshirt and fanny pack, anyway?? Pass the mojitos! Rhymes with Tostitos!
You're all kinds of funny. Here's hoping no one (including you) busts their ass and that you have plenty of those mojitos to last you. Oh, and whay can't they put up a sign saying they changed the sheets?
Now see, if you had crisp sheets on the bed, perfect weather and had arrived relaxed after cruising in the evironmentally correct car-- there wouldn't be much to write about, would there?
Hope it gets better!
...if only some techno-genius, physical therapist could come up with an electric stim. pad that connects to a USB port...'just sayin.
BTW, Medicinal Mojitos should be tax deductible!
I'm kind of thinking something stronger than advil and pre-bottled mojitos are in order...
Umm, is this a vacation? God bless you!
Sounds like a typical family vacation to me...
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The sunset is pretty! And there must be a liquor store, right?
"mojitos" = a seldom known, desperately kept secret variety of bottled mosquito water from Mexico.
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I hope those Mojitos kick-in.
It's supposed to hit 97 today and I just might have to make some for myself!
Oh my, sounds like the holiday from hell so far.... I'm sure it will get better!!! I've had the odd holiday house horror too - why do they always look like the only things they managed to 'decorate' with are the most ancient, lumpy, almost broken, uncomfortable furniture ever invented and NOTHING co-ordinates - even remotely! I usually just say 'well, we're not here for the accommodation, we're here for the beach' and do my best to ignore the rest!