Mix three old friends, a long weekend at the beach, a cute beach cottage, marinate well in chardonnay and vodka tonic, stir well, and you come up with a great chick trip.
Sue flew down from Ohio and Linda flew up from Fort Lauderdale, and we spent the weekend kicking back, giggling and acting like seventh graders again. We started Thursday night with a great dinner at Sundae Cafe on Tybee. You should go. Try the shrimp and grits, or the grouper. Then we went back to our headquarters for the weekend, Key Lime Cottage, which is one of the cottages managed by my friends at Mermaid Cottages.
After dinner we went back to the cottage, climbed into our pjs and climbed into the time machine. Friday we did some shopping and some touring around Tybee, then got ourselves in pirate mode. Sue bought us the tatoo sleeves, head scarves, and earrings at a Wal-Mart in Ohio. We picked up the wooden parrots on Tybee.
Then we strolled over to the outdoor stage, where a great Zydeco band played, followed by the Atlanta Rhythm Section. Sunday morning we had a little porch time at Key Lime before reluctantly packing up and heading home.
My name is Mary Kay. I junk. I junk on book tour. I junk mid-week when I should be writing. Also on the way back. I junked on the way to a wedding once, and was mortified when, as I snuck in the back door of the church, I bumped into the bride, just about to float down the aisle. My husband tried that once. There is no help for me. YESβdear reader. I admit it.
