
I know it's been a while since I've been on fellow bloggers...and thanks for all two of the dear friends I've made since I began blogging for noticing and checking on me! :) The truth is that between the trip to Myrtle Beach (which was a mix of excitement AND a tad bit of...well you'll hear about it later) and my dental work yesterday...I was in no shape to do much of anything, but I miss you guys, so thank goodness I'm back!
Let me start from the beginning...
We geared up to leave on Thursday night. We packed everything we needed clothes, swim gear, snacks, and..."female unmentionables!" Yes I said it, female unmentionables! After all that hard work at my swimming lessons and psyching myself up to actually GET IN the ocean this time and not just stand there and look at it, my bitc* decided to pay me a visit at the most inopportune time one could imagine...
Our travel partners arrived Friday evening and we packed up the truck. Of course there are a select few items that decided to pull a random disappear act because I needed to pack them, but I did not let that foul my mood. We were off to bed for our 4:30 a.m. departure...NOT! Let's just say that for some odd reason I got sick, and the "porcelain god" had my undivided attention until at LEAST that time, and we were almost 2 hours late leaving...
The drive went fairly smoothly...other than the fact that I now have to pay about as much for a gallon of gas as I have to for a shot of rum, nothing else seemed to piss me off. Me and my friend rotated as planned, and hey, I even got a nap in when it was my turn to drive! It was gravy (except for those bastard ass mountains in TN and NC)!!!
We arrive...I don't know if I mentioned that there was 6 of us...and that we booked this room at the Hilton IN FEBRUARY through our travel agent...it was as big as the standard restroom stall (not the handicapped one...sorry to spoil the fun Mist)!!! The beds were fit for a dollhouse, and with my big ass, I nearly had to walk sideways JUST to get to the patio! I went to the desk spewing off all the amenities the website said they had, and what was in the room which I KNOW I had my travel agent book, and their simple reply was, "Oh, that was 2 years ago, we don't have that anymore...and as far as the room, we're booked" and then as I watched yet ANOTHER customer come to the desk because they were placed in the wrong room, I asked for a manager. Those of you who know me KNOW (shut up Nina)...I DON'T LIKE POOR CUSTOMER SERVICE! Let me just make a long story short(er)...after 2 hours of escalating the situation as far as I could, we ended up next door, at the Embassy, for the same price, with all the amenities we expected and MORE (I LOVE free stuff!), and a better ocean view. I will be working this morning on getting more when I call 1-800-HILTONS...
After that got settled, things went great! It was Bike Week, so we met lots of yummy looking men, ate some good food, saw some interesting sites, and had a blast at the resort!!! There was no other mishap...except my friend's son screaming for help BEFORE even entering the Ripley's Haunted Adventure, thus we looked like asses asking if we could go in the museum in its stead.
I cried most of the way home due to the built up anxiety of having to go to the dentist. I had to stop on the way to my house to get the drugs which were supposed to keep me nice and happy while they worked (Dagromm, I guess I didn't appreciate it as much as most). During well over 5 hours of drilling, cutting, stabbing, and random sprinkles of additional meds under my tongue (since said $345 pill wasn't working as well as it should have), I was free to go...I think I fell at least twice and bumped into walls that have been in my apartment since I moved here. I slept most of yesterday, and now here I am! My upper and lower jaw still can't seem to find each other...but I'm good!
So after that long post, in comments, more inopportune events, reactions to poor customer service (piggybacking one of the more recent posts at the Fringe), and tampon stories.