Post-Vacation Randoms Time! Because I'd rather type this than answer any of my unread emails!
- First vacation of my life where I was gone more than 7 days, and man. I had been MISSING OUT. I was ready to come home by the last day, which has happened exactly zero times in my life for any other vacation of a week's or less duration. My blood pressure and resting heart rate both dropped by 10. Taking 2 years between vacations is not recommended, but made this one pretty damn sweet.
- Flying out: easy day. Cheap flight. Pro move. Flying back: holy shitballs I would rather have walked home from South Carolina on Conor McGregor's busted ankle. Shout out to CVG for having a) no gates operating at landing b) no gate agents when we did get a gate c) jamming two of four carousels at baggage claim at 12:20 am with a combined 12 arrival flights. Also, we weren't allowed to check in early in the SC airport (?!?!) so we got to spend some quality time with the airport Cinnabon, stranded outside TSA, for 4 hours. NEAT.
What possessed us to think flying back with an ETA of 11:27 pm on a Monday was a good idea, I don't know, but NEVER AGAIN.
- Just kidding looking at flights to NYC and turns out we're about to fly late again on our return to max out time in the city. We are idiots.
- I thought Broadway at the Beach had the USDA Grade A White Trash of Myrtle Beach until we went to the new-ish Myrtle Beach Boardwalk. I'm no Richie and not particularly formal outside of the office, but good lord, have some self-respect, people. Dirty Myrtle, indeed.
- Barefoot Landing >>> Broadway at the Beach. And Calabash beats the hell out of both for restaurants, both for the food and the quality of the service. I ate my bodyweight in hush puppies and fried fish.
- Perfect weather the entire trip other than the remains of the hurricane blowing through overnight. Even then, no rain during the day. The undertow in the ocean was UNREAL for days after the storm blew through. Knee deep, and the current was pulling people off their feet. (Still went swimming, though.)
- I am a grown adult (allegedly), but my favorite thing we did the entire week...Alligator Adventure. It was actually more bang for the buck than Ripley's Aquarium (which is cool, too). We stuck around for the last gator feeding of the day and welp, that's a good reminder of where humans are in the food chain. I also can't believe how close you are to these half-ton killing machines there. Literally inches from crocs and gators big enough to take out a Toyota Camry's worth of humans, and they just lay there grinning and sunning themselves.
- Watched about a season's worth of Fresh Prince during breakfasts the whole week. Not many shows with live audience/laugh tracks hold up now, but FP is right up there with Seinfeld for me. OG Aunt Viv forever.
- Knocked out 9 books on the trip. I'm fully enmeshed in a Michael Connelly kick now, but best thing I read was 102 Minutes by Jim Dwyer and Kevin Flynn, about people trying to get out of the WTC on 9/11. It's short, but extraordinarily well written, and will also make you want to punt Port Authority higher ups into the ocean for the cost cutting and code skirting when the towers were being built hat eliminated tons of possible escape routes.
As for Connelly, I love all the Bosch novels, but The Poet might be his strongest story (was a standalone novel before it got a follow up 15 years later, which I'm midway through now).
- Checked work email a grand total of two times in ten days. I am going to be paying for that luxury for the rest of the month. Worth it.
- Back to meet prep szn for me. Ready to hit some fresh PRs this fall.
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