BFF's (Best Friend's Forever)

I was gonna title this post "Myrtle Beach Trip" because that's where i went last weekend and I wanted to share it with you. It was a GREAT time... the ocean, the weather, the accomodations...everything was fantastic! But it occured to me why we had that much fun and it wasn't the place, it was the company. We could have gone ANYwhere in the world, and the results would be the same... because i was with my BEST friends. These friends of mine or BFF's include: My husband, My fav cousin (yes i have a favorite) My best girlfriend, and my homey (a guy i met in college) I have been close with these 4 folk for 20+ years and my friendship with each remains strong. A friend, according to my own definition is: A person who can see through all of your bullshit but still likes you anyhow. Through good times and bad THESE people are still there. We have partied together, cried together, laughed togetherand bailed each other out (lol). Ride or Die. We have Encouraged, Advised and told each other the plain old truth. Before jobs. Before babies. Before responsibilities they were around. They are the true definition of BFF (Best Friends ForEVER). Enjoy the pics :-) (Oh yeah...we went to Myrtle Beach for a weekend of fun in the sun with 16 other people that we never met before.)

The condo was great!

...Everything was in walking distance

We ate at this place called Dick's Last Resort


...you don't want to know what goes on there

The Beach was FANTASTIC. It was a Breezy & Sunny 92 degrees with big beautiful waves crashing to shore every few seconds. Paradise.

...Fun in the sun

...and at night :-)

The weekend ended with a hearty breakfast at the Cracker Barrel. Before everyone retreated to their respective locations we hugged, expressed our pleasured meetings, and then we left...

No one could ever know me

No one could ever see me

Seems you're the only one who knows what its like to be me

Someone to face the day with

Make it through all the rest with

Someone I'll always laugh with

Even in my worst, I'm best with you, yeah

It's like your always stuck in second gear

When it hasnt been your day, your week, your month, or even your year

But...

I'll be there for you (When the rain starts to pour)

I'll be there for you (Like I've been there before)

I'll be there for you (...because you're there for me too)
(Lyrics to Friends written by Bobby Vinton)

Thanks for reading.

Peace :-)

Savannah

My hubby and I traveled to Savannah, Georgia to celebrate our 8th year of wedded bliss ;-) What a wonderful getaway it turned out to be. It's just a hop, skip & jump away from Atlanta...3.5 hours I think. It misted the entire time we were there, but that was no problem. We tried to see all that we could in our short little weekend, so as instructed by friends, we walked River Street, ate @ Paula Deen's, & took the Ghost Tour. In the midst of all that typical touristy stuff I was able to "feel" Savannah. It is a beautifully spooky place with its cobblestone streets, graveyards, "squares", historic structures, etc. Walking through the historic district is truly like going back in time. I was in awe of the many Oak trees covered in Spanish moss with branches that hang over and shade sidewalks and walkways. They made everything feel so lush and green, almost cozy. Standing next to First African Baptist Church while finding out that it is one of the oldest African American congregations churches in the U.S. gave me goosebumps. How many and who have stood here before me? River Street with all of its original buildings - warehouses that are now restuarants, gift shops, and bars was lost in a sea of drunk visitors. Savannah was one of the MAJOR ports of entry for millions of African Slaves... How many of my ancestors may have come thru here? That is all that I could think about while I was there. Not in a sad way, but in a, respectful-remembrance-acknowledgement way. Knowing that Savannah and all its former splendor was accomplished on the backs of the African Slave...I can't help but feel that. The Ghost Tour was amazing! Our tour guide was very dramatic and lively. her stories sent chills up my spine! This was ok because it allowed me to snuggle closer to my hubby. Who would have thought that a walking/riding spoooky tour with a stranger telling scary stories on a chilly February evening...in Savannah... would be so romantic. It was.

Of course we ate at Paulaah Deeeen's (I try to type in my best Southern drawl). I am a HUGE Paula Deen fan, so that was a real treat for me. The whole process was exciting. If you've been there you know you have to get there at a certain time in the morning to put your name on a list to eat later on. When we went back at our designated time, we were immediately seated, and oh ok, i know...Paula Deen was not there, not like she's really gonna be there. I know this, but I was thrilled none the less! Like the going -to- the- fair- for- the- very- first- time sort of thrilled. I ordered the Crab Stew which blew my mind, so creamy, cheezy, buttery, and the crabmeat...succulent. I also had the Savannah Crab Cake. This thing was huge first of all and served on a bed of black beans and rice with onions. You have to close your eyes when you eat it...that's all I'm saying. My husband went with the buffet, which includes various southern/soul food dishes. Yes, I sampled from his plate...sweet potatoes, fried chicken, collard greens, mac & cheese, etc all perfectly prepared and delectable. I am out of adjectives. All in All it was a fantastic little getaway. I truly enjoyed it and will definately go back (for a longer visit next time).