Monday I woke up and told Jimmy I wanted to go on an adventure. He asked where I wanted to go and I said, "If we go east, we hit the ocean. There's nothing north of us (within drivable distance), and we always go west. Let's go to Myrtle Beach!"
Our friend Chris had stayed over Sunday night and was interested in going with us. We headed out and played I Spy and Twenty Questions in the car. Sadly, we never got any better at Twenty Questions, and none of us was that good to begin with!
Our first stop was at the NASCAR Speedpark. Jimmy and Chris played on go-karts and I watched. I'm not really a fan of go-karts, I don't know why, and with pregnancy I'm not sure I'm supposed to ride them. However, I do get a kick out of watching other people, so it was fun. They had an awesome time.
Then we needed to eat. Jimmy wanted to eat somewhere cliche, and I wanted to try Margaritaville. Cue pregnancy hormones. I told the waiter I'd like a virgin margarita, and he said, "We don't suggest those, because they're just sweet and sour mix. If you have to drink something without alcohol, you might enjoy a daiquiri or pina colada."
#1) You're freaking Margaritaville. How in the world do you not have a decent virgin margarita?
#2) I'm pregnant and I want the flavor of a margarita. I do not want your daiquiri.
#3) I HATE pina colada flavors. Pineapple and coconut are fine separately, but I HATE them together.
I seriously almost cried. And I think that set the mood for the rest of the evening for me. Nothing on the menu sounded good to me. The wing appetizer was good, but when our main dishes came, I thought it was just mediocre. We did get to watch fireworks during our meal though.
We got home about 12:30, tired and happy. It was a really fun mini road trip, and we definitely want to go back and go to Medieval Times at some point this winter. Any takers? I promise not to cry over beverages.
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