And the waves crashed upon the shore...

This past weekend, I got this nifty, original thing called a vacation WITHOUT kids! I've had a week without them before, but this was the first week when I wasn't at home while they were gone and let me tell you moms/dads...I missed those boys, but it was so worth it! Pure and utter relaxation for the first time in forever. I knew my boys were in good hands and all I had to do was relax, sunbathe, and drink cocktails. Completely Fabulous. 

Course, the drive in to Myrtle Beach was a bit wet. 

 But the moment we got within 15 miles of the shore, things started to clear up...

Then, once we got on the main strip, I pointed out the hotel to my sister. "There, that's it....Crown Reef".  She parks, we go inside, I try to check in, and the lady can't find my reservation. I give her my name, my reservation number, and nothing comes up. I look back down at my confirmation...and it turns out I'm at the wrong freakin' hotel! Typical me. So we get back in the car, drive 4 blocks to the right hotel and finally get up to our room. I loved our view...

First thing we had to visit...Jimmy Buffet's Margaritaville for what else??  MARGARITAS!!

We also visited a few other (drinking) establishments, including our hotel lobby bar, where my brave sister sang karaoke twice and even pulled me up with her (after many many drinks) to sing for a third time. She's a singing machine, folks.

One major reason we took the trip was to see my best friend from college get married. It was a beautiful ceremony...and the cupcakes were divine :)

And while we didn't get to lay out and tan too much, I reveled in the beauty of the waves as they crashed up on the shore, took comfort in their gentle nudges of calmness, and delved into their healing powers of non-kid sanity.   I came away with one conclusion: the beach is my prozac. Now I only need a doctor to prescribe a permanent move. 

And on a side note...writing in the dark, with nothing but the light of your laptop screen and the sand between your toes, to the sound of waves crashing is the most WONDERFUL way to write. If you ever get a chance to do that...DO IT!