Aight, who was it?

Remember the Bingo guy saying, "Under the N -- Herschell Walker, Number 34"? He was hilarious. I remember Beach Jacket's first dance was with her daddy at one of their dances with the Swingin' Medallions. We even did tux and formal wear for the manager's cocktail party, did y'all? Remember Big George, the Nutty Buddy man?

My best friend from high school used to beg me to go to the beach with her and her family and stay at their "cottage" at Sea Island. I pictured a rustic little cabin and always declined -- heck, I was used to fancy resort hotels. Years later on my first visit to Sea Island, I checked out their "cottage," I mean, mansion. I had no clue. What a dummy!

Yep....Dirty Dancing! [/QUOTE

Meanwhile, daddy was taking us to the beach in the old family station wagon. Man I missed out on the Dirty Dancing vaca.

Yep....Dirty Dancing!

No, didn't see much dirty dancing -- too many photographers around. Kimmi can attest to the fact that there are photographers everywhere taking photos -- at the pool, in the lobby before dinner, etc. That was before the digital age, and we couldn't wait until the evening to find our photos on the bulletin board and seeing if any of them were Christmas card quality. Oh, yeah, and the macaroons and milk served at 9 near where the photos are posted.

Kimmi, did you ever go to the spa? One day after BJ and I had massages there, BJ was so relaxed that her legs got rubbery and she had trouble walking back to our cottage. You had to be there -- she was really funny.

I miss the lunch buffet and the huge shrimp. I miss it all (except the beach and fighting for a lounge chair by the pool). I think it's time for a return visit!

Remember the Bingo guy saying, "Under the N -- Herschell Walker, Number 34"? He was hilarious. I remember Beach Jacket's first dance was with her daddy at one of their dances with the Swingin' Medallions. We even did tux and formal wear for the manager's cocktail party, did y'all? Remember Big George, the Nutty Buddy man?

My best friend from high school used to beg me to go to the beach with her and her family and stay at their "cottage" at Sea Island. I pictured a rustic little cabin and always declined -- heck, I was used to fancy resort hotels. Years later on my first visit to Sea Island, I checked out their "cottage," I mean, mansion. I had no clue. What a dummy!

Big George from the Beach Club!? I had my picture taken with him recently. When I was in Jacksonville I made Jfunn drive me up. It's changed sooo much! The bingo guy was the best! Clickity Click- O 66.

The cottages are unreal. My parents always debated going 2 weeks and staying in a cottage or going 1 week and doing the all-inclusive. They went for the latter. And you did NOT miss a meal there.[/QUOTE]

Like a cruise without the water.

Big George from the Beach Club!? I had my picture taken with him recently. When I was in Jacksonville I made Jfunn drive me up. It's changed sooo much! The bingo guy was the best! Clickity Click- O 66.

The cottages are unreal. My parents always debated going 2 weeks and staying in a cottage or going 1 week and doing the all-inclusive. They went for the latter. And you did NOT miss a meal there.[/QUOTE]

Like a cruise without the water.

Bingo.

My mom always requested a table in the front of the dining room so we could talk about what everyone was wearing.

And when Phead was too young to go to dinner, he had a sitter and they ordered him room service. :roll: Like shrimp cocktails and stuff.

Bingo.

My mom always requested a table in the front of the dining room so we could talk about what everyone was wearing.

And when Phead was too young to go to dinner, he had a sitter and they ordered him room service. :roll: Like shrimp cocktails and stuff.

NOW I'm really jealous!

But BR don't you remember, the dirty dancing wasn't out in public. They danced back in their rooms without permission from the kindly old innkeeper.
They had to sneak Baby in under the quise of carrying a watermelon.

Big George from the Beach Club!? I had my picture taken with him recently. When I was in Jacksonville I made Jfunn drive me up. It's changed sooo much! The bingo guy was the best! Clickity Click- O 66.

The cottages are unreal. My parents always debated going 2 weeks and staying in a cottage or going 1 week and doing the all-inclusive. They went for the latter. And you did NOT miss a meal there.

Bingo.

My mom always requested a table in the front of the dining room so we could talk about what everyone was wearing.

And when Phead was too young to go to dinner, he had a sitter and they ordered him room service. :roll: Like shrimp cocktails and stuff.

Oh, yeah. It was a real fashion show. That was back in the day when I was obsessed with dressing fashionably (from NM, of course) for each event because I wanted to be the best dressed. (Now at the beach I wear Old Navy and shower once every three days whether I have to or not ). Beach Jacket would eat with the kid's camp group when she was too young to be civilized at dinner.

Oh, yeah. It was a real fashion show. That was back in the day when I was obsessed with dressing fashionably (from NM, of course) for each event because I wanted to be the best dressed. (Now at the beach I wear Old Navy and shower once every three days whether I have to or not ). Beach Jacket would eat with the kid's camp group when she was too young to be civilized at dinner.

BR--you make me proud!!:funn:

Well, I mean, doesn't a dip in a pool count as a bath?

Well, I mean, doesn't a dip in a pool count as a bath?

Aight, where did you go bsmart?

I'm here babe.

I'm here babe.

I am out of the corner.

I am out of the corner.

I am out of the corner.

:nono1: ...now what do you say?

I am sorry Miss Kitty. I should not talk to graceful women that way.