Tuesday night we ate at Boardwalk Billy's in North Myrtle Beach, with Phil's crowd. The nieces said neither of us smiled for my selfie. We thought we looked good. Phil and Zaner went with the Philly Cheese. I opted for a burger. Good fries.
Hard to get a good picture of the sprawling place, located on a canal connected to the intracoastal waterway, just west of Highway 17 near the Molten Mountain putt putt course.
Jordan, Victoria, and Katherine held down one end of the table, missing their cousin Anna. Not pictured: Teresa, Zane, Laura, Ceil, and Laura's three relatives. Ceil got to hold the baby.
Ceil's shrimp tacos. Good food. Crowded, but fast service. Waitress looked like Nicole Richie. Zane goaded her into putting his order on Phil's bill. Good times.
Our table was next to the docks, with nice houses across the canal.
Returned to this view at the condo, looking west down 60th Avenue North.
The condo overlooked the beach. Rusty was in 402, Phil in 201. I hoofed it up the stairs almost ever time, with just a couple of exceptions. Was trying to burn off all the chow I was stuffing my face with.
We were near what very well could be the northernmost pier in South Carolina.
Jackie stayed at the condo next door, and went on walks and ate frozen lemonade with Ceil out on the beach.
Got to spend a little time with Miss Shivonne tonight.
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