Onions Are Like Underwear…

…you gotta have ‘em. Or so said a con­tes­tant on Chopped this evening.

This morn­ing we met the MMC for break­fast in Augusta and Donna and I left a bit early with plans to do a lit­tle geo­caching on the way. Well it turned out we weren’t that early and didn’t stop any­where. There was a cache that was located right behind the shop­ping cen­ter where break­fast was to be, so we walked around to grab it before going inside. With the title and the hint we think we found a part of the cache, but the actual con­tainer didn’t appear to be around. Dang.

The eleven of us fin­ished eat­ing by 8:15 and we were then stuck, the bowl­ing alley, our post break­fast enter­tain­ment, didn’t open until 9:00. We stood around out­side the door of the restau­rant chat­ting and watch­ing some­one in a truck in the park­ing lot toss­ing bread out of his win­dow feed­ing seag­ulls. After the nov­elty of that wore off, we trooped down to Kmart (the only other place that was open in the cen­ter) and shopped for blue light spe­cials. Tir­ing of this Donna and I said, “We’ll meet you there.” There was geo­cache right down the street. Found it, yeah!

A cou­ple of games of bowl­ing was quite enough (my wrist was sore by frame 5 of the sec­ond game) and most of the group were busy pick­ing out a lunch place while Donna and I and another cou­ple walked 2/10 of a mile to behind a restau­rant to try and find a cache that was hid­den there. It was sprin­kling slightly and GZ was between the back of the restau­rant and its dump­sters, it wasn’t the tidi­est place, so we gave up look­ing after about 3 or 4 min­utes. Darn.

After our fail­ure the 4 of us went our sep­a­rate ways. Donna and I were going home, but couldn’t agree on what we wanted for lunch, so when we drove by the place the rest of the club had picked, we pulled in. It was BBQ place, not atyp­i­cal as they had other meat items and seafood on the menu, called Flyin’ Cow­boy. The food was slightly bet­ter than good and I could prob­a­bly eat here 2 or 3 times a year, but prob­a­bly won’t because it is 25 miles away. One of our group ordered a “Man­han­dler” which con­sisted of 6oz of pulled pork piled on top of a soft­ball sized loaded baked potato. John was up to the task and fin­ished the whole thing, along with both his side dishes, earn­ing him­self the title of “Potatohandler.”

To recap, on today’s Miata Club event, we all drove sep­a­rately to a restau­rant and had break­fast. After­ward we did some shop­ping together fol­lowed by dri­ving to a bowl­ing alley sep­a­rately. We bowled a cou­ple of games together and then drove sep­a­rately to another restau­rant and ate lunch. Well, at least some of us actu­ally drove Miatas…

Here is the top count from yes­ter­day, the first nice day since it seems like Thanks­giv­ing. Today it was cold in the morn­ing and now hasn’t stopped rain­ing since this morning.