Monday I helped Lil Steve move some stuff out as he anticipates a move to Myrtle. It was nice seeing Jimmy Dean who I rarely get to see. Then Lil treated his family and me to some delicious cheesesteaks.
On Tuesday, we celebrated a quiet Cinco de Mayo at home. Later in the week, HB got her first Mothers’ Day prezzy from EF.
Since the weather has been so nice, we did some grilling out.
Rob came by for steaks, stogies, and some real talk.
Friday, I enjoyed fast service (not even one person in front of me) at the mobile DMV. Then EF and I played chess against Castling Chris.
It was perfect out, so we headed to Gtown for a row and some food.
My girls saw me off.
HB and Chris enjoyed some oysters on the water.
Chang-mang and I got our sea legs back.
Then we celebrated with sam summer and great food.
I’d been craving softshell crab all winter. It did not disappoint.
That evening it was still too nice to go inside, so I fixed myself a julep and lit up a Perla del Mar.
Saturday I enjoyed a huge win for Sunderland, and now its time to cheers some rose champs to our Mothers.by rsiv with no comments yet
The trip started out the way it always does (when RIR isn’t the same weekend), we headed to the waffle house. A few hours later, we were in Durham to play a round with Joe and break up the drive down to Myrtle. Umstead is a beautiful course, and the weather was great.
We cracked a few beers.
Chandler tried to Bubba his way out of the trees…
…and consoled himself with a drank.
After a nice dinner and evening with our hosts, we hit up Starbucks (for Ry), and Bojangles (for chicken biscuits).
At Legends in Myrtle, I got a Yuengling and FJ got me some see-gars for my bday.
I’d brought down two travel humidors, but ended up mostly smoking the diamond crowns my dad got me. They were quite delicious.
The course was a little more difficult than we’re used to…but we managed some pars anyway.
And Ry had an amazing birdy.
Why don’t I live in SC full time?
At the Kroger, we stocked up for the trip.
Winn-Dixie had to hang with the frat boys (which he managed quite well).
That evening, we headed across the parking lot to the pub (just a short stumble home).
Then we loaded up in a van for a hilarious ride to Masters. Bill B. was telling some funny stories about suppositories and mamawsans, which had us rolling. Especially since he sounds so much like FJ. CW and Ryry enjoyed a late night hot dog.
The next morning we hit the buffet to put down a fortifying base (as CW said).
Then it was time for another round.
The wind was up, and the course looked difficult.
CW and I played with Ronnie and Bill. It was great to play with different people this year. Our foursome had a blast.
CW was calling his shots.
There was a little weather, but nothing crazy. After the round, we headed to the beach for dinner at the Sea Captain.
We stopped at the pub for a complimentary drink, then lit some cigars. It was a calm pleasant time until the rest of the group got back from Masters. Things got a little crazy, and a lot of the older guys had really tied one on.
Then next morning we saw the beer truck and figured we’d drank Legends out of booze.
We played this round with the roommates. Winn-Dixie was coming off knee surgery, so we got a handicap cart which was very convenient since it was cart path only after an evening rain.
Kenny Powers was hitting the long ball.
Ryry found an ornamental pond.
I found just about all the sand on the dang course, and was often in over my head (both figuratively and literally).
But I managed my outs in style (notice the cigars puff at the end).
This was one of the more difficult courses I’ve played, and the greens were killer too.
After the round we did a little back slappin’.
And after a meal at the pub, we called it. We didn’t even see a lot of guys at dinner. I think they’d been out too late the night before. The next morning CW needed to put down even more base. Then I had a shower beer.
Ry and I played with FJ and Gill.
Gill had much fancier course brown than my Old Crow.
I was shooting pretty well, but we were still drinking for pars or better, and there was a lot of course left.
The group in front of us slowed down some, maybe because of Roland’s frosty crown.
Don had the cart girl, who was also a golf pro, take his shot.
CW and I both had the round of our lives. I shot a 93 (or 94), and broke 100 for the first time ever. Tom and I celebrated with some bird dog.
Don and I cheers’d with beer.
Since this was the last round of the trip, things got a little crazy.
I don’t really know how to caption most of these. Gary gave me a mask, Roland and I texted Tyler, Jeff was throwing them back, Gary and FJ were giving each other the business, Bob went for Ry’s nip, and everyone was having a great time. I really like these Wayne boys, and I’m glad they keep asking us back.
After the back slappery, Curtis made us some bbq chicken, ribs, grilled corn, and chicken bog. Everything was amazing.
Then Gary read out the winners and handed out the money. My best round ever won me low net for the day.
FJ won and then immediately blew $150 on bourbon shots for the group.
Bob and Tom, the two oldest guys on trip, wanted evidence that they were the last two standing at the bar.
I think this may have been the best trip yet. I really enjoyed being able to hang out with everyone on the trip. Usually, people go out in groups at night, but really stuck together as a big group more this time around. I met some guys that were first timers, which was pretty cool because it means we’re veterans of the trip now. It was also pretty great to finally break 100 on the trip and while playing with my dad. Thanks again to Gary for organizing the trip, and FJ for getting us invited. Thanks to Wendell for driving us down and back, and Joe for putting us up in Durham. Thanks to C-Dubb, Ry, and Winn-Dixie for fitting in so well. Gary, I really do look forward to it all year.
The next morning we hit chick-fil-a, then starbucks (Ry), and then headed home.
We stopped at JR’s, and I got a few more Diamond Crowns.
I know I’ve left some good stuff out. The crazy Canadians for instance. I’ll add more as people remind me. If you want to see pictures from last year, search this blog for, “Myrtle”, or google, “bonvivantva myrtle.”
I’m happy that golf season is now in full swing, but I can’t wait for the Aggie’s Amateurs trip to Myrtle next year.by rsiv with no comments yet
In anticipation of my upcoming golf tourney, I had a fortifying breakfast, and then wore myself out trying to fix some stuff at the range. Then I fueled back up while watching The Masters.
The fat girl helped me send a few emails.
And then HB and I went to Mad Fox with Lil, and I had a bday cigar with Le Petite.
I pulled my thumb from EF’s mouth, got the truck tuned up, and headed to Naw-fuk.
After a little drive, C-Note and I pulled up to Obici house on the Nansemond in Peanut City. Its a beautiful place, it was a beautiful day, and Sleepy Hole is a really nice course.
After a pretty decent round (for me) at some of my favorite Virginia courses, we followed Uncle Thom to the Dirty Buffalo for some wings.
Then we hung out while Thom and Bobby Light played some kickball.
That night, we kicked back with some of Bobby Light’s delicious homebrew.
My tum was (still) acting up on me, but I managed to get enough sleep to function the next day. I watched a toddler for a few minutes (without incident) and then we headed to the tourny.
The course was in pretty bad shape, but we had an awesome time despite it.
Bolt hogged the potty and frightened the passersby on a walking trail with his moans, Bobby Light took matters into his own hands, and I took a selfie.
C-Note made an amazing 90 and some odd foot putt out of a bunker for birdy.
Bolt celebrated with a little rum. Then he started demanding that we play his walk-up song before he hit.
One of us mentioned that Bolt was getting a little drunk. He just looked at us, whipped out his club, and let his driver do the talking. We were impressed, but not as impressed as the two ladies on the walking trail that also saw Bolt’s driver.
After the tourny we went to some University’s campus, perhaps Duke or UVA, its hard to tell, for our frat’s BBQ.
We did a little catching up, and then headed to real plaza for some plaza time.
Bobby Light was excited to be out with friends enjoying a big beer and white sauce, but real talk, he was more excited to get home and see his little princess (#VGTIC #TBIIL).
Bolt opted for more queso fundito.
He seems to be building up a tolerance, so he added a bottle of verde salsa picante.
After dropping C-Note off at the airport, BL and I went under a container ship in the HRBT and headed home.
The next morning, I needed a fortifying meal for the trip home. BL suggested a sweet potato biscuit sammie from Handsome Biscuit. Schliz and I went for the Hella Fitzgerald, while Bobby Light got the Stevie. OMG nom. Very jelly that I can’t get a sweet potato biscuit sammie on the reg.
After a little more catching up, it was time to leave my gracious hosts, the Light family (of the Northern Neck Lights, formerly the Richmond Light’s), and head back to NYS. It was a great time, and hopefully I’ll be back to the Tidewater for some more golf and catching up with old friends soon.by rsiv with no comments yet
I’ve made some really good food the last couple of days. The first was last week when I realized we had a lot of hummus and tzatziki leftover. I instacarted some ground lamb, feta, and salad. I pan fried the lamb burgers with some oregano, feta, and herbs de provence mixed in. Then I just put some baby kale in champagne vinaigrette on the plate with the leftover dips, and we were in business. I’ll have to remember this recipe. Its easy, fast, and delicious. Then FJ took me to pick up the M3 at Martin Motorsports. Gary has been taking care of my M3 for over a decade, and he is the best in the area. He has done everything from oil changes to transmission replacements for me. I cannot say enough good things about Gary or Martin Motorsports.
I enjoyed a small success in working from home some this week.
On Thursday, Lemuel and Caroline came in to town. Caroline was headed out to Morocco with LeBeef. Lemuel gave her a ride and then picked up a motorcycle in Charlottesville. We had dinner at Gypsy Soul.
The food was decadent, and everyone had a great time. EF was particularly good that night. She was all smiles and hardly a peep.
The fried chicken, steak, and mac and cheese were standouts. The chicken and dumplings were pretty good as well, and I’d say my catfish rounded out the bottom, despite also being quite good.
Friday, we started on a walk to Mad Fox, but a delicious scent of curry wafted through the air, and like a siren, it pulled us off course and to its door.
I ordered the Junglee Laal Maas. The waiter asked if I liked spicy food, as its a very spicy dish, but before I could answer, HB interjected that not only did I like spicy food, we were insulted that they asked, and that they should try to serve me something too spicy just too see how futile it would be (or something to that effect). I was then served the spiciest dish I’ve ever consumed. I felt dizzy while eating it.
But it was so delicious, I even had the leftovers the next day…
…but that was a terrible mistake. I tried to preempt the inevitable by taking some peptos, but I learned my lesson about trying to play god with my bowels. Nature must take its course and some things are not meant to stay in the body. My tum was not right for a long time, and I would get woozy off even one beer. Something was not right. I feel OK today (5 days later), but its taken me that long to feel right. Moral of story (HB), don’t taunt the waiter when he asks if you can handle India spicy.
Later that week I made some chicken and waffle sliders with some WV apple sauce for breakfast.
Since it was a nice day, I made some Barbados Rum Punch, and we got some salteñas and fried yucca for lunch. For the rum punch, use mount gay eclipse (or at the very least, something aged), and freshly ground nutmeg.
Then we did a little porch sitting with a glass of mount gay eclipse and a bolivar. I’ve been loving this spring weather.
On Saturday, we went to the farmers market and got some crabcakes for lunch.
Then I put my germinated tobacco seeds in plugs. I’ll post more about my tobacco crop later on, or search my archives about last year’s harvest.
On Easter Sunday, FJ and I went to Jefferson to get a quick 9 in (yes I ended that in a preposition, deal). Sunderland came off with a big win, 3 points, and hopefully, a better chance of not getting relegated.
With LeBeef out of town, we still decided to do a family Easter dinner. I had an irreverent idea/good recipe I thought would work with rabbit, so I went for it. I quartered the rabbits the night before, and put them in a brine of salt water (1/4th cup salt, half cup water or so), bourbon, and freshly chopped rosemary. After golf, I got the smoker going (but you could also do them on the grill).
I used FJ’s trusty blowpoke to regulate the temp.
It smelled delicious.
A while back, I found a different kind of rib recipe. Its basically just balsamic vinegar, brown sugar, garlic, cayenne pepper, and rosemary. It works really well with pork, but I had a hunch it would also work well with smoked rabbit. I never follow a recipe exactly, but I did use the same ingredients. I used a different brine/marinade overnight, and then since there is a lot of sugar in the sauce, I only mopped the rabbit about an hour or so before it was done, and then added some extra sauce when I took it off. Otherwise, the sugar in the sauce might burn on you (especially if grilling it at a higher temp).
While we waited, I enjoyed the weather with a few beers. If you aren’t up on this Innis & Gunn (thanks CK and Ryan), you don’t know what you’re missing.
LeBeef facetimed us from Rabat.
Otto played with the girls.
And after trying to stoke the smoker up to caramelize the final glaze, and putting the corn on the bottom rack, I managed to start a brief but intense husk fire, which didn’t mess up the food, but was dramatic none the less. Everyone was superlative about the meal. CK said it was in her top 5 of all time. If you want to recreate it, I think I smoked the corn about 45 minutes at about 220-300 or so, and the potatoes can be on as long as it takes the meat to cook. I’d actually have preferred to pan fried the taters, but I didn’t have time and I didn’t want to mess up with kitchen with LeBeef gone. Season the potatoes with the same balsamic, brown sugar, garlic, cayenne, rosemary marinade as the rabbit. Again, due to the sugar, I’d add the marinade towards the end of the cooking process. Spray or mop olive oil on the corn before you smoke/grill it, then butter to serve.
After dinner we had blueberry pie and decorated eggs.
Then the next morning we had some hot cross buns for Easter that we got from the Amish shop over at the farmers’ market.
Monday was opening day, and FJ invited me to the ballgame.
On the way, in the convertible, we saw the first cherry blossoms starting to pop out, and the paddle boats are on the water.
I had a footlong and a beer.
We didn’t come away with a win, but with spring and baseball back, one can’t complain. Especially me. Spring is finally here, I’ve been eating well and seeing family, my girls are doing great, and I’ve got two golf trips on the horizon. Life is good.by rsiv with no comments yet
If you’re tired of restaurant and baby posts, you’re in luck. We finally had a guys weekend in WV for an upland hunt. Due to certain other responsibilities, our usual fall hunt didn’t work out, so I thought a nice spring hunt would be nice. I did not expect a March blizzard.
It was a little dicey getting up there. The toll road was crazy, but my 4wd had it covered.
At the woods, the driveway had about 8 inches of accumulation.
RP made us some ghetto hot dogs (bread for a bun), and we had moon pies for dessert.
Then we settled into our sleeping bags (to avoid doing laundry), and called it.
The next morning was plenty cold, so there wasn’t much melt.
I grabbed a jazz cigarette, and a filling meal at the waffle house (on the left), and we headed to the shotgun range.
I put it in four wheel low, and we headed down a back road in the wildlife management area.
The snow came up to the bumper between the wheels, and at about the time we took this photo, we lost cell service. There were some tire tracks, but we never saw a soul.
But we made it.
We measured out 40 yards, and set up the patterning board.
We tried some different ammo, and a couple chokes. I’ll post the results of our patterning later on.
After patterning, we had a little fun throwing our own clays. The new thrower I got worked out great.
After about three hours, we warmed up, packed up, and headed out.
After shooting, the truck started right up and we got out of the snow no problem.
When we got back to the cabin, Dr. Bumpy was waiting for us. The rest of the guys arrived, and we rolled out to the Long Branch Saloon for dinner.
After dinner, I had a Kirkland Light (I would not recommend it), we started a fire, and enjoyed the 8 degree temp on the screened porch.
The next morning we did a little sledding on the first hole of Stoney Lick.
Then it was time to head to Quail Hollow Farm for some upland hunting. The weather wasn’t ideal, but Steve didn’t want us to go home empty handed.
After a warming up with some clays, we geared up for the hunt.
Steve turned the dogs loose, and we were off. It was a really beautiful day. The quail have flown better when its dry, but to their credit, there were plenty we missed.
Badger and Molly were great as always, but someone was misbehaving and got the leash…
Everyone took a bird or two, and Thom had some particularly nice shots.
After the hunt, we cracked some beers, pulled out the cigars, and put in a lip or two.
The dogs snuck a few spoils of the hunt while Thom and Steve cleaned the birds.
Steve’s son came and sold us some apples, apple sauce, hot sauce, apple butter, etc. We left prepared for a feast.
Back at the cabin, we toasted to Zeiby’s and ML’s first upland hunt, and dried out.
RP and Bumpy bacon wrapped the quail, and threw them on the grill.
The feast was delicious. Thanks again to the chefs. After some midnight toddies, I had to call it. Fortunately, I woke up to some freshly made crunk food the next morning.
Then RP made us some biscuits and gravy.
Bumpy blew an alternator, so we went into Berkeley Springs to try to replace it.
After some McD’s, we stopped at sheetz for some gas. I noticed some guys in a sedan wearing button-downs tucked into chinos. I looked them up and down while gassing up the truck, and gave them the, “you boys ain’t from around here” look. They bought it, which is hilarious, since neither am I. FJ is probably mortified, but the other Wayne boys would be proud.
I came home exhausted, but with a cooler full of birds. As always, I had a great time with the guys. It had been too long. Can’t wait for next time.by rsiv with no comments yet
Last night, FJ and I braved the cold to go see Steph Curry and the Warriors take on the Wizards. Before the game, we went to Poste. It was very cold in DC, so I ordered a Hot Toddy to warm up.
After an amuse-bouche, I ordered the crispy duck ravioli, truffle frites, and the slow cooked salmon. FJ ordered us a pinot noir, had mushroom soup, and the Lamb burger.
The good was good, but not mind-blowingly so. The standout was definitely the crispy duck ravioli. The toddy really hit the spot as well. Honestly, the restaurant didn’t matter so much as I was quite happy to have a guys night out with my dad, and get a short respite from my responsibilities at home.
We lost, but the seats were great, and watching Curry was definitely a treat. Even more so for FJ as they share an alma mater.by rsiv with no comments yet
On Saturday the high was in the mid-50s, so FJ his buddy Doug, D.S. and I together for a round at the Oaks Course at Twin Lakes. I got to try out my new garmin.
I was an amazingly beautiful day, especially after the weather we’ve been having. D.S. asked how often I get to play golf with my dad, and was clearly envious. I don’t know if he has a kid, or lives far away from him, but it sure makes you think and appreciate what you have.
I loved the S6. The distances are great, but its visual display of the fairways and greens is awesome. I also really liked having the layup distances. FJ has an older model, and definitely wants to upgrade. Now if only I was a decent golfer…
I took one last moment to enjoy the sun and being outside.
The next morning, Fster watched her first Sunderland Match. Then we took a nice healthy walk…
Then it was back to the grind.by rsiv with no comments yet
On Thursday, the wife and I went to an expectant parents class. Three hours later, I’m a confident expert.
To reward myself for learning so much so quickly, I had some Captain D’s.
Friday around noon, I drove out to Bull Run Shooting Center to get a quick round a clays in. As I found out at the dove hunt, I’m a little rusty. It was misting pretty good, so I went to chick-fil-a to wait out the weather, and enjoy my second round of fast food in as many days.
The weather passed, so I hit the course. I gradually got to where I was shooting pretty well.
Someone must be an incredible archer…
Then my fraternity brother Thom came up from Ptown. I traded him a NLDS ticket for help putting together baby stuff. That night, we went to Spacebar, and then enjoyed some Woodford and a smoke. I commandeered Thom’s tender account, and learned that tinder is fun for maybe five minutes, but then becomes monotonous. Worse still, no one wanted to tell me what they were drinking when Thom matched. Fortunately, Thom’s yacht rock mix consoled me.
The next morning, I made french toast breakfast sandwiches with a side of tots. After all was said and done, I sprinkled some nutmeg and cinnamon on top, and poured a little maple syrup on them. Delicious.
Before breakfast, Thom had already put together a rocker. Afterwards, we put the crib together. Then we headed to the Nats game. We got to the park when the gates opened at 3. I had a ribs, HB had shake shack, and Thom had the DMV.
Closer to game time, you could tell it was a sellout. I went down to give RP his ticket, and then we headed to our seats.
The atmosphere was electric. Everyone was really into the game.
So into the game that we stayed all 18 innings, until the heartbreaker. Since we arrived at 3, we’d been there 9 hours. Pretty amazing considering it was chilly, and the I-talian woman is just about as pregnant as one can be. She was a trooper. We gave RP a ride so he wouldn’t get
raped mugged at gunpoint again (true story).
After getting to bed at about 1, we woke up hungry. We headed to Paladar for exceptional food, and bottomless mimosas (three varieties from which to choose). The maple pulled pork was a sweet and savory delight.
And what does one do after bottomless mimosas? Gardening with a Confederate saber.
After some light pruning, we put a pack and play together and installed a dimmer switch (dimmable LEDs are awesome). Having worked up another appetite, we headed to Anthony’s for Linner.
Again Thom, I can’t thank you enough. We got a ton accomplished, and I really appreciate it. I’ll give you a call January-ish about Caps tickets, and the high chair thats currently unassembled in my basement.
After Thom left, I figured out that I was able to stream the Superclásico live. I’m a Boca Juniors fan, but I’m never able to watch their games where I live (though it was on GOL TV, but neither I, no my parents have that channel). Being able to watch the Superclásico, and essentially in HD, was awesome. Here is a link to the site that streamed it; it looks like they show a lot of Argentine Primera División matches. It was made all the more epic due to the torrential monsoon the teams played through. A ball booted at full strength on the ground only made it about 20 yards. A slide tackler could glide for about 15 yards. The weather made for a reckless chaotic spectacle. It was a physical, hard fought game, but there were occasional graceful plays strung together despite the playing conditions. Boca went up early, but then experienced a terrible call. Gago amazingly blocked a shot on the goal line with his head and foot, but the ref called a handball, issued a red card, and penalty kick. Karma intervened, and the penalty went high, but boca had to play the rest of the game down a man. River came back to tie it up, but all in all it was a very fun match to watch.
What an amazing, productive, and action-packed weekend. Thanks again Thom!by rsiv with no comments yet
The other day I had a very odd but enjoyable lunch. My mom mentioned some babyshower leftovers at her house, and that I should stop by if I had time. I finished up a meeting and work and headed over. As it turned out, my sister and dad were both over there too, so we had lunch together as a family. It was probably the first lunch we’d all had together for years. The food was great and the company was better.
Zeiby Baby was in town, and treated us to free (per diem) Hooters. The only thing better than Hooters wings and domestic big beers is free Hooters wings and domestic big beers. We also hit the fox since they have some new fall beers out. The bourbon barrel stout on cask is definitely worth your time.
On Thursday, my Mom’s company got a suite at the Nats. I watched the end of the first game at home, and then we headed over for the second game of the double header.
Last year I waited until everyone else ate, and didn’t get a hot dog. This time, we ordered bottomless hot dogs.
Everyone had a great time. We won, and I got to catch up with a lot of folks. Can’t beat a night of baseball with family and friends.
Then this weekend, I finally got around to working on the OGF shirt for this year’s pig roast. Once HW approves it, I’ll put it up for sale.
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This past weekend my wife decided to have her baby shower. I got out of dodge. My dad told me that my parents had a joint shower, and something about watching Georgetown beat Kentucky during the party. I decided to be less progressive. On Friday, we took the day off for a Father-Son Dove hunt up in Remington VA. A year or so back we had a lot of success hunting this section of power line that the birds use as a flyway. We shot a round of clays, and then went over by the lines to find some dove.
We saw a few doves when we arrived, which we thought was a good sign. We were a little rusty on the clay course, but we shook it off.
Its an optical illusion.
We didn’t see a ton of dove, but there were enough to bring a few down. Everyone managed to bring one down, but RP dropped his over the fence of a power plant and into a retaining moat.
After the round of clays, a successful hunt, a little father-son bonding, cleaning a few doves, and the enjoyment of a beautiful fall evening in the great state of Virginia, we headed home. The next morning, WinnDixie made us a delicious breakfast.
We got some provisions, and headed down the long road to Richmond.
The next morning we grabbed some much needed Wawa and hit the course.
I had the opportunity to play with The Commodore.
A lot going on in the pic above, below, the official beer of Fall in ‘Merica.
After golf, we had some Plaza Time.
I had an amazing weekend with the best friends you could ask for (brothers really). Its the kind of weekend that really makes one feel lucky and blessed. I can’t wait to get together again soon.by rsiv with no comments yet