I took a half day off work on Friday and Nate and I along with a couple of friends drove down to Myrtle Beach for the weekend. Fortunately aside from a little traffic on our way into town the trip was not at all impacted by the wildfires.
My sleep on this trip, however, was severely impacted by several things.
Let me just give you a little background about where we were staying for this trip. Our friend’s grandparents own a condo a couple of blocks from the beach. They’re very nice and if the condo isn’t booked on the weekend we want to go they let us stay there. Unfortunately they recently found out that their rental agent is a TOTAL douche and was renting the condo out to prostitutes. You just cannot make this shit up. So they hired a cleaning service (because those hookers were not very good housekeepers) and then her parents went there to check the place out. They were still there when we got there and it all looked more or less OK so they left and we went to unpack our stuff. (Our stuff could really be another post altogether, because we went for Saturday and Sunday night and we filled the back of the pilot. Filled. Completely. For four people and one weekend.)
The bedroom that Nate and I were sleeping in has twin beds that we were going to push together. So off we went to push them together and let me just say.. that cleaning crew did NOT do a very thorough job. Without going into too much detail we may or may not have found vomit on the wall, the carpet, and the bedskirt along with some drug paraphernalia. We made sure our friend knew so she could tell her parents so they could call the cleaning crew back because holy COW. Then we wiped down every surface with Clorox wipes and I wiped down the wall and the headboard of the other twin bed and told Nate we would share because NO WAY was anyone sleeping in the throw up bed. Holy freaking cow.
We debated driving to my friends’ parents’ house that night because they only live about an hour away but we decided to tough it out for one night since the condo is walking distance from the beach and we wanted to go to the beach in the morning. We decided were definitely driving there for Saturday night though.
So anyways, I don’t know if you’ve ever slept with 2 people on a twin bed or not, but I don’t recommend it. Especially if one of those two people split a fifth of bourbon with another guy earlier that night and was pretty much passed out and immovable for half the night. His only response to my trying to make him move was to pat me on the leg. I got up to use the bathroom once and when I came back he was in the middle of the bed. Fortunately by this time he was moderately wake-able and I was able to convince him to move his ass over. Needless to say, I did not sleep a lot that night.
Saturday night was MUCH better. Her parents live in a small town on a big lot and run a B&B out of their house. It was nice, quiet, peaceful and we didn’t have to sleep on a twin bed. Except that I woke up twice to use the bathroom in the middle of the night. I really need to work on limiting my liquid intake so close to bedtime!