In which moonlight is a perfect sweet
Days as a lead implemetation specialist are frantic; yesterday was no exception. When one of my co-workers mentioned that we should go out on the town last night, I was less than enthusiastic. I agreed, on the condition that wine was involved, and that no one tried to drag me anywhere that dancing would be required.
After a three-way change into jeans, my two co-workers and I left the hotel for dinner. We drove south for some distance, from North Myrtle Beach into Myrtle Beach proper. Not having any idea where to go or what's good, we decided on character. The resturant is called SoHo, and they seem to specialize in Japanese. The music on the patio was good, so we went in.
Dinner was good, but the company was better. We had a great time. We all agreed that the waiter was very desirable; his Baltic accent was especially attractive. We did not hesitate to require him at our table as frequently as seemed civilized. I was introduced to a Godiva chocolate martini, and Pearl sake, both of which I will seek out again. Dinner was preceeded by a huge plate of sushi, which to me tasted fresher than I am used to. I had a "mixed grill" of veggies, beef steak, chicken and shrimp, and was thouroughly satisfied. Dessert was a chocolate mousse, part of which remained on the table after we left - it was just too good.
As an added benefit, I found a ceiling dressing at SoHo that I intend to incorporate into my new bedroom decor.
After a stop at the Kroger near the hotel, we headed back to the hotel. It was after 10:00, but I was determined that I would get out on that beach - the beach behind the hotel.
The room's balcony overlooks a section of the beach. I sleep with the sliding glass door open, so I can hear the surf all night, as well as have cool fresh air in the hotel room. I've been watching the tides every morning and evening, but watching is as far as I've gotten since I arise at daybreak, and return to the hotel after nightfall every evening. Last night was warmer than it had been, and so I decided that inspite of the late hour, I would try to go down there.
I didn't bring a jacket, nor did I pack anything that was very warm. Since I anticipated temperatures in the 60s and 70s, I pretty much packed for spring. I wasn't counting on ocean breezes. I put a sweatshirt on over my tank top, added my black linen blazer, and I was off on foot.
The moon is just short of full, and so the beach was pretty well illuminated. The light cloud cover did reduce the light, but it was bright enough. The hotel has built wooden boardwalks over the dunes, limiting the damage that many tourists might do to that delicate ecosystem. I noticed that this beach had a much more gentle slope than the one in Gulf Shores, and that there were a lot fewer seashells. The ocean was quiet, with low waves rolling in. In the moonlight, the breaking waves almost seemd to appear out of nothing. The beach was very wide at it's low tide, and I walked a little way both north and south along the beach. I did a little wading, but as the water was shockingly cold, that didn't last very long.
I could see far off ships on the water to the east, but no other people were abroad at this late hour. I returned to the hotel after 11.
Another domestic delight provided by the hotel is the Jaccuzzi tub in the bathroom. After a long hot bubbly soak, I poured myself in bed. It was very late, and I regretted the late hour this morning. But it was fun while it lasted.
After a three-way change into jeans, my two co-workers and I left the hotel for dinner. We drove south for some distance, from North Myrtle Beach into Myrtle Beach proper. Not having any idea where to go or what's good, we decided on character. The resturant is called SoHo, and they seem to specialize in Japanese. The music on the patio was good, so we went in.
Dinner was good, but the company was better. We had a great time. We all agreed that the waiter was very desirable; his Baltic accent was especially attractive. We did not hesitate to require him at our table as frequently as seemed civilized. I was introduced to a Godiva chocolate martini, and Pearl sake, both of which I will seek out again. Dinner was preceeded by a huge plate of sushi, which to me tasted fresher than I am used to. I had a "mixed grill" of veggies, beef steak, chicken and shrimp, and was thouroughly satisfied. Dessert was a chocolate mousse, part of which remained on the table after we left - it was just too good.
As an added benefit, I found a ceiling dressing at SoHo that I intend to incorporate into my new bedroom decor.
After a stop at the Kroger near the hotel, we headed back to the hotel. It was after 10:00, but I was determined that I would get out on that beach - the beach behind the hotel.
The room's balcony overlooks a section of the beach. I sleep with the sliding glass door open, so I can hear the surf all night, as well as have cool fresh air in the hotel room. I've been watching the tides every morning and evening, but watching is as far as I've gotten since I arise at daybreak, and return to the hotel after nightfall every evening. Last night was warmer than it had been, and so I decided that inspite of the late hour, I would try to go down there.
I didn't bring a jacket, nor did I pack anything that was very warm. Since I anticipated temperatures in the 60s and 70s, I pretty much packed for spring. I wasn't counting on ocean breezes. I put a sweatshirt on over my tank top, added my black linen blazer, and I was off on foot.
The moon is just short of full, and so the beach was pretty well illuminated. The light cloud cover did reduce the light, but it was bright enough. The hotel has built wooden boardwalks over the dunes, limiting the damage that many tourists might do to that delicate ecosystem. I noticed that this beach had a much more gentle slope than the one in Gulf Shores, and that there were a lot fewer seashells. The ocean was quiet, with low waves rolling in. In the moonlight, the breaking waves almost seemd to appear out of nothing. The beach was very wide at it's low tide, and I walked a little way both north and south along the beach. I did a little wading, but as the water was shockingly cold, that didn't last very long.
I could see far off ships on the water to the east, but no other people were abroad at this late hour. I returned to the hotel after 11.
Another domestic delight provided by the hotel is the Jaccuzzi tub in the bathroom. After a long hot bubbly soak, I poured myself in bed. It was very late, and I regretted the late hour this morning. But it was fun while it lasted.
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