So, yesterday was mine and Sarah's two year anniversary. I finished student teaching last Friday, so we decided we'd take a mini-vacation from Saturday to yesterday. It was a pretty good vacation, only Sarah and I don't really feel like we got to relax much. We stayed at the Patricia Grand Hotel in Myrtle Beach. It's an older resort, which isn't necessarily a bad thing, but I think they still had the original bed in our room. It was quite possibly the most uncomfortable bed I've ever slept on. But wait, there's more...
As we drove down I-20, Sarah commented that there were a lot of motorcycles on the road. As we passed Darlington, we realized that there was a race there this weekend, so we figured that's where all of the motorcycles were headed. Guess what...we were wrong. That's right. We stayed in Myrtle Beach, on the Grand Strand, during Bike Week. Motorcycles running until about 3:00 in the morning. That part was not fun at all.
As if that wasn't enough, I was sick the whole time. BLAH!
All in all, however, we had a good vacation. We got to spend time with our good friends Will and Diana and their new baby son Wyatt, and got to spend time together. And I think that's what makes a vacation a vacation. Getting to spend time with the love of your life. That's worth putting up with the world's worst bed and loudest bikes.
Anyway, we're back in town. Time to get back to regular life.