One Saturday morning back in March, Marc said, “Let’s go to the beach today.” A bit spontaneous, I thought, but that’s why I love Marc. He’s an excellent planner, but he also has a streak of spontaneity in him. I suggested Folly Beach and so we booked a room at Tides.
Here’s the problem with spontaneity: it sometimes comes back to bite you in the butt. Just five miles from Tides on Folly Beach, Marc and I started to get antsy. We couldn’t wait to soak up the sun and enjoy a refreshing beverage. Right when we said “almost there,” things got real tense. We came to a screeching halt and after seconds of looking at the neighboring cooler-packed vehicles, we realized we were amongst a sea of college spring-breakers.
How are we in our mid-twenties and already forgetting when spring break is? Time flies (unless, of course, you’re sitting in hours of traffic just a few miles from your hotel). Marc and I were pretty agitated for a while, but ultimately decided not to let the traffic ruin our weekend getaway. I told him we should just join in on the fun and party like we’re in college again.
Instead of crashing all the college fun, Marc and I decided to go for a long run along the beach. The teens entertained me as did the half dozen weddings I saw taking place on the beach. I was in awe over all the gorgeous brides and their beautiful bridesmaids. I felt a little bad for the brides since they were mostly surrounded by loud drunk spring-breakers, but surely they expected that when they booked a wedding on a public beach during spring break.
After our nice run, Marc and I got ready to go to the oceanfront bar and lounge to enjoy a drink. We kept it classy and opted not to party like we were in college again (granted, I never really partied in college … oh, how I wish I could go back). I asked my bartender to mix me a NorCal Margarita. It’s a drink favored by fitness gurus and in March I was all about being super fit.
Here’s the recipe:
- 2 shots (4 oz) of clear alcohol (I prefer tequila)
- Juice from one lime (I use two limes)
- Club soda (I use equal parts tequila/Club soda)
Shake it all up and you have a delicious margarita! Thanks to Robb Wolf, author of “The Paleo Solution,” for introducing this drink to the world.
The next day ,we had a tasty lunch at Taco Boy. Marc and I love this place because of the fun and lively atmosphere. The food is delicious, especially the salty chips, but it is fairly expensive for what you get. I was pretty disappointed with the fountain drinks since my Coke was tasteless, watered down, and essentially carbonation-free. Next time I’ll order a water or some tasty mixed drink. Marc enjoyed a glass bottle of Mexican Coke (couldn’t resist).
Tides is a wonderful hotel for what it is and if you’re used to staying in massive chain hotels, I’m sure you’ll like it just fine. The renovated interior of the hotel is more pleasing to the eye than the exterior, so wait until you see your room prior to judging the place. The biggest downfall to Tides is the scrawny pool. I always enjoy the option of lying by the pool instead of the beach in case I don’t wish to get all sandy again, but I wouldn’t even consider lying by this pool.
Folly Beach is a place fit for yuppies in training, really. It is a little more relaxed, fun, and causal compared to most places Marc and I stay, but it still has a little bit of a preppy feel. It’s pretty much a place where the surfer and yuppie types mesh.
That wraps up my series on Charleston! Next time we visit, I’d like to do more touristy stuff like visit some plantations and Rainbow Row.