My parents raised me by example to not mind making a fool of myself which was a big asset on a recent trip to
It was the off-season and the town’s garishness and crowds were dialed
down. My girlfriend and I were not
entirely disappointed at not being able to chomp on turkey legs while watching
jousting horsemen or hit a golf ball past dinosaurs at one of the dozens of
miniature golf courses. They were all
But because it was winter we could book an inexpensive 2-bedroom cabin complete with a little kitchen and a screened porch at the
without much notice. Horsemen were
galloping their picturesque steeds through the waves, a winter privilege. There
was no need for the assigned fishing spots on the pier and the pompano and whiting
were still biting. The park bills itself as “The Last Stand on the Grand
Strand”. Its 312 acres are the only undeveloped maritime forest left in the
area. We rode bikes in the park’s extensive nature trails and strolled along
its undeveloped beach. Myrtle Beach State Park
While returning from a walk up the pier, our ears caught the piercing sound of a familiar but unexpected horn. “That sounds like a shofar!” I said. Previously I had only heard one during Jewish religious services. Following the sound, we came upon Steven Smith with a table full of different sizes of ram’s horns. “You called the Jews?” I asked. “Well here I am!” He was practicing for his Shofar Ministry and explained that the pattern he was sounding meant “Wake Up! Something major is underway. Make yourselves ready!” That was a good segue for our other
Myrtle Beach experiences.
We woke up our taste buds at Redi-et Ethiopian Cuisine. The nearly empty dining room was simple and colorfully decorated. The menu required some translation: doro wat, ye beg wat, alicha, shire, atkilt… but the exotically spiced split peas, collards and chicken were all delicious. When I asked the beautiful Ethiopian waitress for a fork she kindly acquiesced but the injera, a flatbread, proved to be a better way to scoop up the morsels and eat with our hands.
You can’t go to
and not do something cheesy. It’s a rule.
Rich and Beth Wild’s “Wild for Hypnosis Comedy Show” sells out throughout the
tourist season but the winter audience was much smaller. We sat next to a young woman with a “Bite Me”
t-shirt and waited with expectation. “With hypnotism, we go into the mind to
find what’s in there” Rich began. He
used to be a cow foot doctor but began his two-year study to become a hypnotist
over 18 years ago and has been performing ever since. “It’s kind of a truth serum” he explained. I
didn’t need much encouragement to volunteer with about a dozen others and
submit to Rich’s power of suggestion.
Over the next hour or so I was convinced that a puppy had licked my face
then messed in my lap, that I’d milked a miniature and then a giant cow; I
danced enthusiastically, got extremely hot and then freezing cold, and held my
nose when Beth sang because we’d been told she stank. When Rich commanded “Sleep!” in between each
bit, the young woman next to me collapsed into my lap. One woman catapulted out of her chair and
sprawled onto the floor, still sleeping.
A skimpily dressed teenage girl belted out “I Kissed a Girl” complete
with choreography. Then Rich planted a post hypnotic suggestion that every time
we heard a particular song in the future we were to jump out of our seats, slap
our butts and yell, “Who’s your daddy?” It
was a mysterious experience. “The
biggest thing is to see smiles on the people’s faces and know I did it” Beth
Our spirits woke up again at the rollicking House of Blues Gospel Brunch. Fortified with our make-your-own Bloody Marys, we heartily sang with the grooving house band “I’ve Got a Feelin’ Everything’s Gonna Be Alright”. We so believed it. Even without rock ‘n roll shows or the abundant Sunday brunch it’s worth a visit here because of the 55,000 square feet of art that encrusts every surface. Isaac Tigrett built all 13 of the House of Blues venues before selling to Live Nation. His collection of outsider art rivals museums and includes Al Capone’s bar and a “God Wall” made by Andrew Wood that covers the ceiling with plaster casts of dozens of Blues legends. Much of the building’s materials and art are reclaimed and found objects, like the bedazzled shoes that encircle the entry. “Praise the Lord and pass the biscuits” is a good start to Sundays inWe’d received religious messages, eaten exotic food and made complete fools of ourselves, all within a couple hour drive. And so….WHO’S YOUR DADDY?...hey what made me do that??
If You go:
Redi-et Ethiopian Cuisine: www.redi-et.com
Wild for Hypnosis Comedy Show : http://big-laughs.com
House of Blues: www.houseofblues.com/MyrtleBeach