so, where was I?
Yesterday was my first day at work in a week. Of course the first item on my agenda was getting back to the Mez Eclipse. But four paragraphs in to an epic examination of my week in Myrtle and Kure Beaches, a transformer blew out, depriving much of North Quincy the electricity necessary to maintain a productive workday. The computers thusly futzed out, my anemic Word scrawl was lost in the digital maelstrom. After an hour and a half of aimless cubicle cleaning, they sent us home for the day, around noon, and all the many splendid blog-posts I had planned were put on hold. Well, shit. I’ve already established that I don’t have the patience, tenacity, or work ethic to ever write anything twice, so my fantastic beach stories will remain untold. Let me just say that North Myrtle Beach is initially, surprisingly, less red-neck than you’d think, but then proceeds to faithfully reveal its true expected nature with great alacrity. Also, Yahtzee Texas Hold ‘Em is a miserable bastardization of that fine game. If they ever make a gin rummy with the Life spinner, though, I’d be with them 100%.