Gone to Carolina in My Mind

Because when things get crazy at work, or I'm just a little bit sick of NYC...I go to Carolina in my mind. Cheesy? Definitely, but it's true. With summer coming, I added some Beach music to my iPod. For the uneducated masses (anyone who doesn't live in SC, has never been to OD at Myrtle Beach, or has never seen the movie), Beach music is perfect for shagging. Go ahead and get your mind out of the gutters...I mean the official state dance of SC, the Shag. If I sit on the roof with the sun beaming down, and a slight breeze drifting by, once the music drowns out the noise from the streets below I can pretend I'm sitting on a sandy beach along the Carolina shore. The waves are rolling closer, but the water's edge is far enough away that I can be lazy a bit more. Or maybe I'm in the backyard at my parents house, lounging by the pool. Mom's inside fixing tall, cold glasses of home-made ice tea while Dad fiddles with the flower beds in the backyard. On days when the hustle, bustle, and rude people push me to the breaking point, I just put on some Embers or Drifters or the Catalinas and pretend I'm back in SC.