My parents are on vacation to Myrtle Beach. I sure hope they are having a good time.
The east coast is cursed for the Chocolatechic family.
In 1994, we went on our first family vacation to Myrtle Beach for 6 days. The first 4 were great. We all were having a blast. It was a bit loud as we went during Harley Biker Week, but we were on our first family vacation and we didn’t care. Then it happened. I got sick. Went to the local Doc-in-a-box, and got some antibiotics. The last 2 days were misery for me. But on the trip home I began to feel better.
The next year 1995, we decided to try again. We stayed in the same hotel, and toward the end of the week, my parents, my sister and her husband were going to come too. I was so excited. The first 3-4 days were great. They were a bit loud as we went during a different Biker Week~~they were all foreign calf racers~~ Then it happened. I got sick. Back to the doc-in-the-box. More antibiotics. I was feeling just a bit of deja-vu. But then, the next day, the husband became ill ~~doc-in-the-box, antibiotics for him~~and the day before we were supposed to leave, he fell asleep in the sun, and got sun poisoning on his left foot. Because we both were to ill to travel, we had to stay an extra day. That wasn’t fun.
On our way home, still feeling cruddy, we were desperate to find a hotel. Up all through North Carolina, there wasn’t a room to be had. We were leaving at the beginning of a Nascar type race. We stopped at every hotel/motel we could find, but there was no room in the inn. Finally in Mt. Airy we found one. It was raining, and I went in to see if there was a room available. They had one room left and I said I’d take it, sight unseen~~at this point I didn’t care. I just wanted to lay down, I was ill, the husband was ill, the kids tired and cranky…it wasn’t pleasant. We were so happy to find a place that we didn’t care as long as we had a bed. We really should have cared!
It was the Bates Motel! The bedspreads and curtains had large holes in them, and so did the nogahide headboard. The door, when you closed it, had a gap of a good1-2 inches, and it rained in that night. Almost every channel on the TV was X rated. In the bathroom, the toilet seat was cracked clean through. The toilet paper holder came completely out of the wall when you needed to get some paper. The shower tiles were falling off, and many were missing, and the shower head came off during the shower. Still, we were so happy to have a place to lay down, we were ALMOST beyond caring.
By this time, I am totally and irrevocably convinced that I am destined to never have a good vacation! Due to my insistence we waited several years before trying again. This time, we thought maybe if we stayed in a different hotel. We also decided to stay 2 weeks instead of 1, and we were going to share the room with my parents for the last week. The first 2 days were great. ~~anyone noticing a theme here???~~ Then I became ill. This time it wasn’t an infection. Then the husband and the children became ill. I wanted to go home, then and there, but mom convinced us to stay. By the last few days we all started feeling better, but I just wanted to be at home.
I submitted this as utter proof that our family is jinxed, that we don’t belong on the east coast, and that vacations are a waste of time, and money. I can get sick at home, thankyouverymuch.
4 years later, in 2003, it was my Aunt Sandy’s 50th birthday. On mom’s side of the family, when you turn 50, you get a HUGE party. So, my mom’s entire side of the family rented a huge house in Duck, NC. I really didn’t want to go…..we are jinxed, don’cha’ know! Something bad was going to happen. I just knew it!!! But maybe, just maybe…….since we weren’t going to Myrtle Beach….. maybe we had a chance. Nope! We were there just a little over 24 hours and we were mandatorily evacuated as Hurricane Isabella was on her way.
It is now 4 years later, and needless to say, no one in this family has ever mentioned taking another vacation to the east coast again.
Do you take regular vacations?