Here is a photo montage of the June 11th lunch spot in Beaufort. Clockwise from top left: The front awning, the view from the small dining deck on the left of the restaurant, the back of the restaurant from the marina and the view from the right side of the restaurant.
Here is a PDF of Ollie’s Menu (Warning! 1/2Meg in size.)
Yesterday the Red Sox played a double header and I quit listening to the game in the 5th inning. They were winning, but I couldn’t take the WEEI broadcast as the annoying gaps of silence had returned. I had kept the nice email from MLB.com customer support that said, “Good deal, keep us updated please!” after we had solved this very issue just a week ago, so I let them know I wasn’t happy again.
I don’t know if my email had anything to do with it, but when I checked in on the second game towards the end, the gaps were gone. And so far tonight they have not reappeared.
Last year on WEEI and on most MLB.com broadcasts this year you get silence between innings. But this year I get to hear the commercials. I don’t really mind too much as it makes you think you are really listening to the games on radio, not the internet. One of the commercials I hear a lot while listening to the Sox games on WEEI is, “Who do you call when your windshield’s busted? Call 1-800-54 GIANT! Giant Glass.”
Unless Donna shows up soon and makes good on her threat to go for an evening drive with the top down, the Miata will have sat still in the garage for both of the weekend days. Highly unusual.
I doubt it. Even though it has taken me 12 hours over 3 days to clean the deck, how much do you want to bet I don’t do it every year like I should and have to repeat this process in 5 years?
Now all that is left is to spray some water seal on it. Maybe tomorrow. You are supposed to do it when you are sure that there will be 24 hours of no rain, but with a 30% of rain on Tuesday evening, I may have to delay that procedure.
Today was our second recon mission to Beaufort for our June trip with the Master’s Miata Club to the Hwy21 Drive-In. We made it a non-Miata road trip because it was Donna’s mom’s birthday yesterday. We took her along (in her car) so we could have a nice seafood dinner together when we got to the coast.
We ate at a place called Ollies on Lady Island. The food was a little high, but satisfactory and the view is really nice. You are right on the shore of the Beaufort River with the town on the other side.
After eating we drove the 10 miles further south on US21 to Hunting Island State Park. From memory the beach at the park is real nice and they have a lighthouse you can climb, but it is $4 per adult for park admission and an extra $2 for the privilege of climbing up to the top of the lighthouse, so we politely asked the fellow at the gatehouse for a brochure and how did we get back out of there. I’m thinking when we go with the Miatas we will skip the park and head downtown to wander the shops and riverfront.
I got back into town with enough daylight left to spend two more hours pressure washing more of the deck. I think the pressure washer was invented by a woman as a sneaky way to get men to clean up around the house. “It’s a powertool honey! You can use it much better than I can.”
I had a half finished a long ass uninteresting post about the trials and tribulations of having to clean my deck today, but while checking my work email in another window, Mozilla locked up and there was no way to save it. With my lame typing skills I don’t have time nor inclination to try and recreate it. Suffice to say, the title explains my status on the project, so there is more pressure washing in my weekend future…
The Master’s Miata Club holds it’s monthly business meeting on the first Thursday of the month. Because the members come from all over the general area we rotate those meetings between restaurants in Aiken, North Augusta and Augusta. This month’s rotation put us in Augusta. We because they had a back room we could use and the food is sort of cheap we elected to return to Mi Rancho for May. No one thought to look at the calendar to notice the date.
Turns out the first Thursday in May is the 5th. May not mean much to most of us Club members, but to Mexicans it is a big deal. Cinco de Mayo. The place was hopping. Even though a couple of groups started to join us in the back room they didn’t stay, so it worked out all right anyway.