We have been working in North Carolina for six weeks, twelve hours a day, seven days a week and decided we needed and wanted a break from the job and hotel room so made plans to go down to Myrtle Beach, South Carolina for one weekend. The drive down from Raleigh, North Carolina was great, sunny and warm with a clear blue sky and took three hours. Not bad. We found a wonderful hotel, Comfort Suites for only $45.00 a night, checked in, took a two hour nap.
This is not the part where I think my husband is out to get me.
We made reservations to experience a SunCruz Casino on an evening cruise. (Gambling is illegal in South Carolina unless you are on a ship that goes out into international waters). They offer a hot buffet and A La Carte and we ordered our dinner, sat down enjoyed the meal. You have about a 45 minute wait as the ship sails out into the international waters before the slot machines even turn on and there are no dealers at the tables until the ship crosses the line and then suddenly the inside of the ship comes alive with bells ringing, dinging, lights flashing and the excitment coming from the patrons.
My husband and I missed our chance at Texas Hold’Em table so we played the slot machines for four long hours, but an hour after we set sail the scalloped potatoes were not agreeing with me so I run down the four decks rushing into the bathroom and I just barely made my intended mark. Feeling better, but still not up to par I go back up the four flights of stairs and sit next to my husband, put a twenty dollar bill into the machine and out of nowhere my stomach lurches, so I make another mad dash downstairs and hurl everything under the sun into the porcelain bowl. When I had finished I knew that it was the last time I’d be making that trip down the stairs. The rest of the trip was uneventful and enjoyed the rocking motion of the ship, even walked outside to enjoy the smells of the ocean. We finally docked at midnight and headed back to our hotel and I slept like a baby.
The next morning I awoke with sneezing and somewhat watery eyes and knew there had to be Juniper trees around somewhere. They are the only thing that makes me into a sneezing madwoman, but I wasn’t going to let that ruin my day in Myrtle Beach. We drove to Boardwalk-On-The-Beach. I wanted to visit the Ripley’s Aquarium ( I have a goal to visit every Ripley’s). We enjoy are walk through, have lunch in the cafeteria (fish was not on the menu) and before leaving I had to visit the gift shop. Being a writer, I collect pens so my husband brings over a pen to show me and tells me “You have to check this one out. Watch the bottom of the pen when you click it. You’ll like it.” So of course my eyes are peeled to the bottom of the pen thinking when I click it an image will appear of a starfish or seahorse. WRONG! I felt the most uncomfortable shocking sensation and yelled out a curse word, glanced up at my husband and asked him, “What the hell did you do that to me for?” Of course he’s laughing uncontrollably, which did not amuse me! Well at first anyway, then I began to chuckle, but still on guard with him. A few minutes later he brings over another pen and I tell him to get the hell away from me and I’m not falling for that again. I buy a few things for my grandsons and we leave.
No that’s not the end.
We leave Myrtle Beach the following morning, end back in Raleigh at our hotel. By then my allergy turned into a cold and my sense of taste was off kilter and I craved a glass of milk with chocolate mix so make a cup, but it tasted a bit odd, not bad just odd and asked my husband to smell it, he said it smells fine so I make another glass and still tastes a bit odd. A while later, he gets up to have a bowl of cereal, takes a spoonful, gets up and begins pouring the milk down the drain. I asked why he did that. Yep it’s sour! Of course I rush into the bathroom, thinking of a way to pay him back, but don’t until the wee hours of the morning, which was forced upon and he had it coming.
I had fallen into a deep sleep and awoke suddenly as I found myself airborn and heading towards a very uncomfortable landing on the floor. I don’t know if he pushed me off with his hands or feet, but ya know what I was past caring and picked up my pillow and connected it with his head and told him through gritted teeth that I had enough. To this day he denies ever having done that (at least awake anyway), and to this day I’m still on my guard.
All of what had happened could have been pure concidence, but it’s those days that I wonder if my husband is out to get me.