As all of you know, Steph and I are losers. We are especially losers when it comes to our love for Hanson. We'd follow them across the country apparently... and probably off a cliff if the truth be told. So when we found out that they had added more tour dates for The Walk tour and that the closest one was in Myrtle Beach... well obviously we were all over that. It was a simple decision really. Beach+Hanson+The Stephanie's=Awesome. And so our trip began.....
The usuals:
Steph and Steph
And "Hello Lover":
Okay, so the morning starts out like they always do. We wake up at the ungodly hour of 4 am and start getting ready. This, of course, means that we aren't out the door until after 530. I don't know exactly why it takes an hour and half... especially when we still look like crap anyway, but it does. (And when I saw WE look like crap, I mostly mean ME). Okay, so we get on the road and starting driving. I always make a Car CD for whatever trip we are taking. We now have quite a collection of CDs that I like to call "No one in the WORLD would want to hear but us". Well I wait until we are on the interstate and I pop that bad boy in. It starts off with a request made by one Steph Rose called All My Life by KC and JoJo... because nothing says beach bound like Kc and JoJo.... well the second selection on the cd is where we get into a bit of trouble... you see, Amish Paradise by Weird Al starts and we proceed to "Jam Out" to this because we love it. In fact, we are "jamming" so much that I completely miss the I-20 pick up and we drive a good ten minutes because we realize this. So, our trip starts off with us missing our interstate because of Amish Paradise and how awesome we think it is.... not a good sign. It doesn't take long however and we are back on our way.
Okay, so we drive down I-20 most of the way and that's pretty boring and uneventful.... but we DO see (again) lots and lots of "Oversized Loads". That must be the only thing that is on the road these days. And we notice that one of the "Oversized Load Avengers" has something written on her car that says "Moosey Girl".
Steph Rose: "Look, that says Moosey Girl."
Me: "Well good, because she does really look like a moose."
Steph Rose: "Yeah, she does, but why would you draw attention to that?"
Me: "She didn't have a choice... she's pretty moosey."
And we continue to have idiotic conversations like this most of the way there. The only thing is... we don't usually realize they are idiotic. For instance, the convo where we discuss what if Steph was video taping out of the sunroof and was decapitated and since I didn't want to ruin my trip I didn't tell her mom and spent the trip taking her around "Weekend at Bernie's" style. Yeah, we really are that stupid.
Also, this is what Steph looked like most of the drive there... boring for me....
Once we get into SC some car passes and we notice the guy in it staring at us and smiling. We politely smile back and try to ignore him. When they drive by again and he waves his hat that he is wearing at us and THEN we realize it's an ALABAMA hat. So we laugh and smile like "Great, we are from Alabama and you either love the team or you lived there before". Well, for the next hour he's around and EVERY TIME he passes he's smiling at us like we should be bff's because we share this big secret or something. We are polite but then I think we made him sad when we finally stopped looking at him every time his car was next to ours... Sorry Alabama Guy... that got old.
Okay, so we get to our hotel and its GLORIOUS. Right on the beach! It's wonderful. We check in and the person behind the deck hands us this blue piece of paper and says take this over there to the concierge and he'll give you a booklet of coupons and stuff for the places around here. Okay, that's actually awesome. So we walk over to him and it's the crotchety old man and he grunts out "Come back later and I'll have one made up for you". Why didn't you already do that when you saw us check in? Why don't you ALREADY have them made up in case someone DOES check in? Whatever. We'll come back. As it turns out, we come back in thirty minutes or so and he's gone for the day. Jackass. We spent the rest of that trip with Steph dead beat on getting those coupons. (She was a coupon freak on this trip btw... like she thought she was going to find that magic coupon that said "you never have to pay for anything ever for the rest of your life if you just clip this coupon right here. Happiness is just a clip away). Every time we went to that desk it didn't work out. Stupid Breakers Hotel.
Also, a quick note, this is what we looked like our first day at the beach:
Steph in her poncho and me with the umbrella. It stormed the whole first day there. We ate at a place called FUDRUCKERS because Steph thought it was FUDPUCKERS. Not the same mind you. But we won't go into that. And then we went back to the hotel and I read a book while Steph watched Animal Planet and then we watched HOUSE and were in bed by 9 o'clock central time. Yep, no one can throw down like Steph and Steph. Watch out Myrtle Beach!
Okay, so the next morning it's a little cold but we head down to the beach to lay out for a while because it's really the only chance we are going to get. It's BEAUTIFUL down there. Really. And I can't believe it was just out the front door. Wonderful.
Well, we find a good spot and set up camp. We lay out for a while and suddenly I am startled by a gruff voice saying "Will my radio bother you ladies?" And look up to see a weird looking man in his 40s or 50s setting his towel RIGHT NEXT TO MINE. (When the beach ISN'T crowded at all) Now our responses SHOULD have been "Yeah, sorry, if you turn that radio on my brain will explode" or "I'm sorry, that radio is against my religion" but instead we say "Of course not. Please site here man that I am sure I saw on Cold Case Files last night. Weren't you the guy who hacks up girls he meets on the beach?" He then asks "what kind of music do you like? How about Classic Rock?" and we say perfect. And then EVERY SONG that comes on he's like "Perfect! Alright!" Well he doesn't say anything so after a while I put IPOD on and start to listen. Thank god I did because no sooner that I did he starts talking and I pretend I can't hear him so steph has to field the questions. "Where are you girls from? Blah blah blah... I work over in that hotel over there as maintenance." Great you have access to kill us. Super. After he finally stops talking to Steph she whispers to me "I'm going to KILL you." To which I responded, "Get in line."
After we lay out a while we head down to the water to take some pics and suddenly we hear him yelling "Hey" and running out to us. "Let me take ya'lls pic so now people will now you were both here!" we were like "dammit....." but we let him take some pics. It was very creepy. He was like "Go get out in the water waist deep!" I'm thinking why so you can run out and shove me under. Oh well. Sorry old man... you were kinda creepy. Here is a pic of Mr. Creepy as he turns up the bottle. Yes, he was drinking that on the beach as he lay next to us.
After we lay out we head back to the hotel (making sure we weren't followed) and get ready to go the Barefoot Landing and do the walk with Hanson. We love doing to the walks. It was like the thing we did in Birmingham with them back in Oct. We also did it in New Orleans but I never blogged about that trip.
Okay, so we get to barefoot landing. Walk around. Decide to eat at some hotdog place where the hot dogs are WONDERFUL but they are tiny and cost as much as my rent.
Okay we go over to the HOB and get ready to do the walk. Hanson says they will be out at 330.... so at 400 when they still aren't there... well I'm actually not surprised. They are always late to everything. What the heck do they have to do? Other than work on finding the worst outfit/ensemble EVER. Okay, they come out and start talking and we can't see where they are and then suddenly Taylor is walking out right next to me. I almost had a coronary. He's such a babe. After we kiss hello and he tells me how good it is to see me and all we then leave everyone... oh wait, what ACTUALLY happened. He is swarmed by a crowd and I can't see him anymore but I do turn to see Ike standing right next to Steph and I starting laughing so hard at what was on his face I couldn't get a pic of them together. Let me just show you what this "boy" (and I use to term boy loosely) decided was a good idea to put on his face.
I don't get it. But I don't get most of what Ike wears. Sorry. Maybe that's my bad not his... but I doubt it.
So this walk is not nearly as good as Bham. Not even close. It's like a walk/run. And the worst part of all is we have to walk across these "bridges" that say max 250 and then there are like 500 ppl on them that all weight at least 200lbs... I was scared out of my mind. I almost had a panic attack and I'm not kidding. They all felt like there were about to go under and the water is Alligator/algae/swamp thing/lockness monster infested.
So the walk sucks but I do get some AWESOME pics. Check them out please they were really good. (Two examples right here:
And on another note, I won't go into it, but all of you that think Steph and I are big losers... PLEASE. You need to see how the other Hanson fans are. We look at them worse than you look at us if that tells you anything. I actually heard someone say "Well, if you respect Zac then he'll respect you back." What? Do you KNOW him? No, you don't. And then when Taylor said something unfunny like he always does because he thinks that he IS funny because his fans are laugh sluts who will give it up for a bad pun... some girl said, "Taylor is so silly." I almost puked. So... yeah.
Okay, after the walk we go back to the hotel and change for the show and we grab a quick sweet treat because that hot dog was a joke and we go back to the house of blues. Well we have to stand in like FOREVER. And while we are waiting we noticed that believe it or not there are a lot of guys there and some are pretty hot. Case in point:
Now, you won't think they are hot... it's hard to tell in these pics. But they were BABES. And sadly we realized that one with long hair was younger than 21 when they passes out the "are you old enough to drink bracelets". We love to cradle rob....
Okay, so this is when things get weird. Really weird. This place has security like the president is coming. They start off with the No cameras at all speak and then they say, "No knives, no mase, no guns, no sharpees (how does sharpee fit in there??)" Where do they think we are? No knives?? It's HANSON! But whatever. Well after while we realized they are coming around and doing like airport security and making you put your stuff in the basket and waving a medal detector on us. WHAT!? Seriously!? Wow. That was weird. I've never been to a show where they did that and I've seen Snoop Dogg.
Okay so we get in to our reserves seating (thank god... we are WAY too old to have to stand the whole show) and we sit on our stools. Get some food blah blah. Well during the open act some girls show up that have the bench in front of us that is located DIRECTLY on the edge of the balcony. I will now refer to these four girls as The Bitches of Eastwich. Well they stand not caring that they don't need to stand to see and now we can't see. So the old man river sweet as pie security guard comes over and says "You can't stand because no one behind you can see if you do" and instead of saying, "Oh yeah, you are right. Thank you kind sir." They proceed to have a sh*$ fit! I am not lying. It was CRAZY! "Well it doesn't say anywhere that we can't stand! Blah blah! Pitch a fit! Blah blah! I'm a 2 year old having a tantrum! Blah!" and then she walks off to 'tattle' to someone from what I can guess while the other three sit. Well she comes back. They huddle and bitch some more. Then she leaves again. Then she comes back. Then they all leave. Well after about ten minutes they all come back. Well after a while she notices other ppl in the balcony that are IN THE BACK AND NOT IN FRONT OF ANYONE standing and walks over to the security guard and YELLS "THEY ARE STANDING! GO DO SOMETHING ABOUT THEM!" and he tells her if you want to stand either go down stairs or they can go in the back. Go old man river! I want to hug him. Well after a while they go tattle again. And then some guy comes over that works there and I want to slug him and he says if they stay over to where they aren't in front of anyone then they can stand up in front. I was SOOOO PISSED. Why should their bad behavior get rewarded? That's SOOOO not fair. And during the whole show they are SO ANNOYING. They do this hand thing that was synchronized with all of them where they point out to all of the words and big beats to the song. I wanted to kill them. I will forever hate you Bitches of Eastwich because you made a big deal out of nothing and you weren't happy with your AWESOME seats and had to go and ruin everyone's night with your bitchiness. Also, side note... she DIDN'T stay out of my way. Midway through she was in front of me and blocked my view of Taylor. The guy I've been in love with for 11 years. She must not know that I will smack a biotch. UGH. I just can't stand rude inconsiderate ppl... *steps down off of her soap box*
Other than the biotches, the show was great. It was very hurried it seemed like because once again Hanson was late as usual and didn't come out for over an hour after the opening band. What the heck. Also, Ike did a shot on stage with the opening band and I'm guessing he did a few more after because he was CRAZY on stage. It actually made me enjoy him more because he gave me something to laugh at and make fun of and you know that's my fave thing to do. (Which is a bad quality I know).
Okay, after the show we go back to the hotel... go to bed.. Blah... next morning we eat... blah... get packed... check out... get back on the road while planning to stop at Broadway at the Beach and the Tanger Outlets. The two things Steph has wanted to do the most. Well we drive along and see the outlets and go. Steph gets her Coach purse which she has really really wanted and then we shop around and then get back in the car and drive a ways before we realize we have somehow passed Broadway at the Beach and if we go back it'll take us like 40 minutes... so we don't go... which makes Steph sad because that's what she wanted to do the most. :( I'm a bad navigator.
So we drive a ways and after about an hour we start passing signs for a place called Sparky's. Sparky's has everything. Get all you need at Sparky's. We literally see about 200 signs. So then we debate should we go and buy cheap souvenirs. Well we debate this until we finally drive past it and see what it looks like... like a garage sale that was put in a building... maybe a small flea market type deal but no better. So we don't go... and then as we drive past Steph starts regretting that we DIDN'T go. I say I'll turn around but she says no... then she's sad for the next 30 miles that we didn't. Also, as we drive past we see a sign that says "Sparky says have a bow-wow day". This place is probably to lure tourist in like the Chainsaw Massacre.... Leather face must run the place.
The rest of the trip was uneventful... We got stopped in road construction for a good year when I had to pee so bad I wanted to die... but otherwise it was good. And that was our trip to Myrtle Beach. Sounds about right for a Steph and Steph adventure if you ask me. Hanson, creepy guys, missing exits, annoying fans, and fun. Now I can't wait for the New Kids On the Block tour! Woohoo life is good.
The usuals:
Steph and Steph
And "Hello Lover":
Okay, so the morning starts out like they always do. We wake up at the ungodly hour of 4 am and start getting ready. This, of course, means that we aren't out the door until after 530. I don't know exactly why it takes an hour and half... especially when we still look like crap anyway, but it does. (And when I saw WE look like crap, I mostly mean ME). Okay, so we get on the road and starting driving. I always make a Car CD for whatever trip we are taking. We now have quite a collection of CDs that I like to call "No one in the WORLD would want to hear but us". Well I wait until we are on the interstate and I pop that bad boy in. It starts off with a request made by one Steph Rose called All My Life by KC and JoJo... because nothing says beach bound like Kc and JoJo.... well the second selection on the cd is where we get into a bit of trouble... you see, Amish Paradise by Weird Al starts and we proceed to "Jam Out" to this because we love it. In fact, we are "jamming" so much that I completely miss the I-20 pick up and we drive a good ten minutes because we realize this. So, our trip starts off with us missing our interstate because of Amish Paradise and how awesome we think it is.... not a good sign. It doesn't take long however and we are back on our way.
Okay, so we drive down I-20 most of the way and that's pretty boring and uneventful.... but we DO see (again) lots and lots of "Oversized Loads". That must be the only thing that is on the road these days. And we notice that one of the "Oversized Load Avengers" has something written on her car that says "Moosey Girl".
Steph Rose: "Look, that says Moosey Girl."
Me: "Well good, because she does really look like a moose."
Steph Rose: "Yeah, she does, but why would you draw attention to that?"
Me: "She didn't have a choice... she's pretty moosey."
And we continue to have idiotic conversations like this most of the way there. The only thing is... we don't usually realize they are idiotic. For instance, the convo where we discuss what if Steph was video taping out of the sunroof and was decapitated and since I didn't want to ruin my trip I didn't tell her mom and spent the trip taking her around "Weekend at Bernie's" style. Yeah, we really are that stupid.
Also, this is what Steph looked like most of the drive there... boring for me....
Once we get into SC some car passes and we notice the guy in it staring at us and smiling. We politely smile back and try to ignore him. When they drive by again and he waves his hat that he is wearing at us and THEN we realize it's an ALABAMA hat. So we laugh and smile like "Great, we are from Alabama and you either love the team or you lived there before". Well, for the next hour he's around and EVERY TIME he passes he's smiling at us like we should be bff's because we share this big secret or something. We are polite but then I think we made him sad when we finally stopped looking at him every time his car was next to ours... Sorry Alabama Guy... that got old.
Okay, so we get to our hotel and its GLORIOUS. Right on the beach! It's wonderful. We check in and the person behind the deck hands us this blue piece of paper and says take this over there to the concierge and he'll give you a booklet of coupons and stuff for the places around here. Okay, that's actually awesome. So we walk over to him and it's the crotchety old man and he grunts out "Come back later and I'll have one made up for you". Why didn't you already do that when you saw us check in? Why don't you ALREADY have them made up in case someone DOES check in? Whatever. We'll come back. As it turns out, we come back in thirty minutes or so and he's gone for the day. Jackass. We spent the rest of that trip with Steph dead beat on getting those coupons. (She was a coupon freak on this trip btw... like she thought she was going to find that magic coupon that said "you never have to pay for anything ever for the rest of your life if you just clip this coupon right here. Happiness is just a clip away). Every time we went to that desk it didn't work out. Stupid Breakers Hotel.
Also, a quick note, this is what we looked like our first day at the beach:
Steph in her poncho and me with the umbrella. It stormed the whole first day there. We ate at a place called FUDRUCKERS because Steph thought it was FUDPUCKERS. Not the same mind you. But we won't go into that. And then we went back to the hotel and I read a book while Steph watched Animal Planet and then we watched HOUSE and were in bed by 9 o'clock central time. Yep, no one can throw down like Steph and Steph. Watch out Myrtle Beach!
Okay, so the next morning it's a little cold but we head down to the beach to lay out for a while because it's really the only chance we are going to get. It's BEAUTIFUL down there. Really. And I can't believe it was just out the front door. Wonderful.
Well, we find a good spot and set up camp. We lay out for a while and suddenly I am startled by a gruff voice saying "Will my radio bother you ladies?" And look up to see a weird looking man in his 40s or 50s setting his towel RIGHT NEXT TO MINE. (When the beach ISN'T crowded at all) Now our responses SHOULD have been "Yeah, sorry, if you turn that radio on my brain will explode" or "I'm sorry, that radio is against my religion" but instead we say "Of course not. Please site here man that I am sure I saw on Cold Case Files last night. Weren't you the guy who hacks up girls he meets on the beach?" He then asks "what kind of music do you like? How about Classic Rock?" and we say perfect. And then EVERY SONG that comes on he's like "Perfect! Alright!" Well he doesn't say anything so after a while I put IPOD on and start to listen. Thank god I did because no sooner that I did he starts talking and I pretend I can't hear him so steph has to field the questions. "Where are you girls from? Blah blah blah... I work over in that hotel over there as maintenance." Great you have access to kill us. Super. After he finally stops talking to Steph she whispers to me "I'm going to KILL you." To which I responded, "Get in line."After we lay out a while we head down to the water to take some pics and suddenly we hear him yelling "Hey" and running out to us. "Let me take ya'lls pic so now people will now you were both here!" we were like "dammit....." but we let him take some pics. It was very creepy. He was like "Go get out in the water waist deep!" I'm thinking why so you can run out and shove me under. Oh well. Sorry old man... you were kinda creepy. Here is a pic of Mr. Creepy as he turns up the bottle. Yes, he was drinking that on the beach as he lay next to us.
After we lay out we head back to the hotel (making sure we weren't followed) and get ready to go the Barefoot Landing and do the walk with Hanson. We love doing to the walks. It was like the thing we did in Birmingham with them back in Oct. We also did it in New Orleans but I never blogged about that trip.
Okay, so we get to barefoot landing. Walk around. Decide to eat at some hotdog place where the hot dogs are WONDERFUL but they are tiny and cost as much as my rent.
Okay we go over to the HOB and get ready to do the walk. Hanson says they will be out at 330.... so at 400 when they still aren't there... well I'm actually not surprised. They are always late to everything. What the heck do they have to do? Other than work on finding the worst outfit/ensemble EVER. Okay, they come out and start talking and we can't see where they are and then suddenly Taylor is walking out right next to me. I almost had a coronary. He's such a babe. After we kiss hello and he tells me how good it is to see me and all we then leave everyone... oh wait, what ACTUALLY happened. He is swarmed by a crowd and I can't see him anymore but I do turn to see Ike standing right next to Steph and I starting laughing so hard at what was on his face I couldn't get a pic of them together. Let me just show you what this "boy" (and I use to term boy loosely) decided was a good idea to put on his face.
I don't get it. But I don't get most of what Ike wears. Sorry. Maybe that's my bad not his... but I doubt it.So this walk is not nearly as good as Bham. Not even close. It's like a walk/run. And the worst part of all is we have to walk across these "bridges" that say max 250 and then there are like 500 ppl on them that all weight at least 200lbs... I was scared out of my mind. I almost had a panic attack and I'm not kidding. They all felt like there were about to go under and the water is Alligator/algae/swamp thing/lockness monster infested.
So the walk sucks but I do get some AWESOME pics. Check them out please they were really good. (Two examples right here:
And on another note, I won't go into it, but all of you that think Steph and I are big losers... PLEASE. You need to see how the other Hanson fans are. We look at them worse than you look at us if that tells you anything. I actually heard someone say "Well, if you respect Zac then he'll respect you back." What? Do you KNOW him? No, you don't. And then when Taylor said something unfunny like he always does because he thinks that he IS funny because his fans are laugh sluts who will give it up for a bad pun... some girl said, "Taylor is so silly." I almost puked. So... yeah.Okay, after the walk we go back to the hotel and change for the show and we grab a quick sweet treat because that hot dog was a joke and we go back to the house of blues. Well we have to stand in like FOREVER. And while we are waiting we noticed that believe it or not there are a lot of guys there and some are pretty hot. Case in point:
Now, you won't think they are hot... it's hard to tell in these pics. But they were BABES. And sadly we realized that one with long hair was younger than 21 when they passes out the "are you old enough to drink bracelets". We love to cradle rob....Okay, so this is when things get weird. Really weird. This place has security like the president is coming. They start off with the No cameras at all speak and then they say, "No knives, no mase, no guns, no sharpees (how does sharpee fit in there??)" Where do they think we are? No knives?? It's HANSON! But whatever. Well after while we realized they are coming around and doing like airport security and making you put your stuff in the basket and waving a medal detector on us. WHAT!? Seriously!? Wow. That was weird. I've never been to a show where they did that and I've seen Snoop Dogg.
Okay so we get in to our reserves seating (thank god... we are WAY too old to have to stand the whole show) and we sit on our stools. Get some food blah blah. Well during the open act some girls show up that have the bench in front of us that is located DIRECTLY on the edge of the balcony. I will now refer to these four girls as The Bitches of Eastwich. Well they stand not caring that they don't need to stand to see and now we can't see. So the old man river sweet as pie security guard comes over and says "You can't stand because no one behind you can see if you do" and instead of saying, "Oh yeah, you are right. Thank you kind sir." They proceed to have a sh*$ fit! I am not lying. It was CRAZY! "Well it doesn't say anywhere that we can't stand! Blah blah! Pitch a fit! Blah blah! I'm a 2 year old having a tantrum! Blah!" and then she walks off to 'tattle' to someone from what I can guess while the other three sit. Well she comes back. They huddle and bitch some more. Then she leaves again. Then she comes back. Then they all leave. Well after about ten minutes they all come back. Well after a while she notices other ppl in the balcony that are IN THE BACK AND NOT IN FRONT OF ANYONE standing and walks over to the security guard and YELLS "THEY ARE STANDING! GO DO SOMETHING ABOUT THEM!" and he tells her if you want to stand either go down stairs or they can go in the back. Go old man river! I want to hug him. Well after a while they go tattle again. And then some guy comes over that works there and I want to slug him and he says if they stay over to where they aren't in front of anyone then they can stand up in front. I was SOOOO PISSED. Why should their bad behavior get rewarded? That's SOOOO not fair. And during the whole show they are SO ANNOYING. They do this hand thing that was synchronized with all of them where they point out to all of the words and big beats to the song. I wanted to kill them. I will forever hate you Bitches of Eastwich because you made a big deal out of nothing and you weren't happy with your AWESOME seats and had to go and ruin everyone's night with your bitchiness. Also, side note... she DIDN'T stay out of my way. Midway through she was in front of me and blocked my view of Taylor. The guy I've been in love with for 11 years. She must not know that I will smack a biotch. UGH. I just can't stand rude inconsiderate ppl... *steps down off of her soap box*
Other than the biotches, the show was great. It was very hurried it seemed like because once again Hanson was late as usual and didn't come out for over an hour after the opening band. What the heck. Also, Ike did a shot on stage with the opening band and I'm guessing he did a few more after because he was CRAZY on stage. It actually made me enjoy him more because he gave me something to laugh at and make fun of and you know that's my fave thing to do. (Which is a bad quality I know).
Okay, after the show we go back to the hotel... go to bed.. Blah... next morning we eat... blah... get packed... check out... get back on the road while planning to stop at Broadway at the Beach and the Tanger Outlets. The two things Steph has wanted to do the most. Well we drive along and see the outlets and go. Steph gets her Coach purse which she has really really wanted and then we shop around and then get back in the car and drive a ways before we realize we have somehow passed Broadway at the Beach and if we go back it'll take us like 40 minutes... so we don't go... which makes Steph sad because that's what she wanted to do the most. :( I'm a bad navigator.
So we drive a ways and after about an hour we start passing signs for a place called Sparky's. Sparky's has everything. Get all you need at Sparky's. We literally see about 200 signs. So then we debate should we go and buy cheap souvenirs. Well we debate this until we finally drive past it and see what it looks like... like a garage sale that was put in a building... maybe a small flea market type deal but no better. So we don't go... and then as we drive past Steph starts regretting that we DIDN'T go. I say I'll turn around but she says no... then she's sad for the next 30 miles that we didn't. Also, as we drive past we see a sign that says "Sparky says have a bow-wow day". This place is probably to lure tourist in like the Chainsaw Massacre.... Leather face must run the place.
The rest of the trip was uneventful... We got stopped in road construction for a good year when I had to pee so bad I wanted to die... but otherwise it was good. And that was our trip to Myrtle Beach. Sounds about right for a Steph and Steph adventure if you ask me. Hanson, creepy guys, missing exits, annoying fans, and fun. Now I can't wait for the New Kids On the Block tour! Woohoo life is good.
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