The closer I get to my vacation, the more my trepidation builds. Why? The more I think about it, the more I’m thinking I’m going to spend a few days in my motel room with a bottle of some kind of alcohol affixed to my lips. This should sound familiar, as it was what happened when I returned in March. I spent 2 days in the motel bar or my room drinking for 18 hours a day. I do have some things planned to avert my emotions though. Besides hitting the bars\clubs, I also want to visit some music stores to see if I can find anything unusual for me to take back to Myrtle Beach when I come back.
Tropical storm Bertha is now Hurricane Bertha. From what they’re saying it won’t be hitting Myrtle Beach. Even if it would, I’m still taking my vacation. I’ve been busting my nuts working myself to death to have this vacation, and by God I’m going!
