First of All this will be a very long rant. I may be posting a tl;dr version. I dunno.
Day 8.
It all started 8 days ago. I just got done from work (I volunteer at a veteran's nursing home) and my dad surprises me with a trip to myrtle beach. Needless to say, I was thrilled. And to find out we were staying in a Hilton, oh boy, that got me even more wound up. I'll skip a few days.
Day 3.
Yes our first day on our great cavation! On our way we saw a "visitor center" which was really jsut a place to advertise some time shares. IF you went you would get 4 free Dixie Stampede tickets and 100 bucks. Not a bad deal my parents thought. So we finally get there. the Hilton Hotel. it was marvelous at first glance. We got out. I was still playing Super Mario World on my game boy. But I noticed there was a bellhop service. My dad gave the keys to someone and a bell hop carried our bags into our room. As we went up in the elevator thoughts were spinning in my head. "What a great Room. Even though there's only 1 room. It must be great. the Ridge must have a freezer. There must be a stove. There MUST be a plasma in there. Good thing I brought my PS3".
And then.... My thoughts were crushed. I checked the "fridge" you could barley call it that, it has 2 racks, and 1 "freezer" which was just the same as the fridge. No stove, no pans, no plates, no nothing. At least I could heat up my ramen in the microwave >:C . And as for the TV. It was one of those cheap TV sets you see in a bunch of hotels. And when I tried to plug in my PS3 in it. HAHAHHAHAH. it did not work. So we went down to the lobby and asked why. It seems there is a "card" that takes away all video and input qualities from the TV. So that means want to bring your dvd player? Sorry! Want to play some games? NO way! I was really mad. For $350+ per night I expected much much more. At least the beds were good.
Day 2.
I went down to the pool area. Not Bad I thought. I just glanced as I intended to go to the beach. Not the pool. SO there I go to the beach. after 5 hours I go back to my room, dead tired, covered with sun burn, and with salt in my eyes. Later at 9:57 PM I expected to go to the pool for an hour, for most pool's close at 11:00 o clock'. NO it closes at 10:00, so I jump in the pool, al ready and stuff. then one of the pool guys/ bar guy tells me that the pool is closed(I tried not to laugh, he had an afro and he was black, I was waiting for him to say "due to aids") and I was annoyed. There were plenty of people, most of them drunk though, that wanted to go in the poo9l, instead they told them to go to the bar. Bah.
Day 1.
I was glad to leave. Basically, I stayed in the car the whole day while my MOm was going sopping at the tanger outlet/
TL;DR VERSION:
Don't go to the Hilton, it's a shithole.