I don’t get the Myrtle Beach “thing”. It’s kind of got a South Florida vibe with the bleached sidewalks, palm trees and motel hell. Mix that up with a little bit of the deserted, run down part of the Vegas Strip and sprinkle liberally with the tackiness of the Jersey Shore Boardwalks and you’ve got Myrtle Beach. I’d stay a thousand years on the Outer Banks before spending another day in Myrtle Beach.
Since there was pretty much bugger all to interest me I decided to sort of take the day off. I slept all the way until eight o’clock, wandered a little bit around the one block of stuff there is to do downtown and then thought I might swing by the movie theatre and see if there was a chance of catching Hellboy.
I must have been destined to see that flick today. I walked through the doors to the Mall at 1:45 to see what the schedule looked like and there was a show starting at 1:50. I shit you not. Destiny.
So that was my day. Aimless wandering on the beach coupled with terrible disappointment helped immeasurably by an immensely enjoyable film of destiny. And two hours in good air conditioning. Did I mention it’s warm in the south?
Tomorrow the plantation of Thomas Lynch who may or may not be distantly related – even if he isn’t having your ancestral name on the Declaration of Independence ain’t nothing to be sneezed at – and on to Charleston.