The Way Back

It was sadly now time to drive away from our fun staycation house and back to cold St. Louis.

Goodbye AirBnb! You've served us well.

It got pretty snowy and... less fun to drive on the highway.

There's always time for a Superman photo op near Metropolis, Illinois, though.

By the time we made it back home the back of the car was plastered in this really fine snow.

Last Day in Myrtle Beach

It was our last day in North Myrtle Beach and I wanted to take one last spin around town. It was raining so I think we mostly stayed in the car because we are very dainty people.

The Job is Dead. Long Live the Job!

My last day at my job at PillarRx had arrived.

The heehaw republican governor of Missouri divied up the vaccine supply based on county despite the fact that there are many counties where no one lives, and those that do often don't want the vaccine anyway. There's been a lot of criticism as a result. 

I logged off my work computer for the last time. We've been a remote workplace since I returned from Kenya in March, so it's super weird to just log off and that be the end of it. In normal times we would have had a farewell party. Oh well.

We farted around Broadway at the Beach again. It's such a nice place.

Lydia got a new job too so we got some celebratory treats for her.

Vaccines are Ready

I can't get enough of the nice view from our back porch.

The covid vaccine began to become available in Missouri but we weren't in Missouri. Missouri being the mess that it is it was easier to get ahold of a vaccine. I think that maybe in South Carolina it was still only available for healthcare professionals.

It's always a good time for a beach walk.

There was an oyster graveyard outside this restaurant.

U.S. Bank Looms Large

My new job was becoming more real with a lot of welcome email material.

Pimento cheese was nice and soft and spreadable.

I continued on my Cottontown Brew Lab taste odyssey.

The mini golf around here is the best and most plentiful I think I've seen.

High Effort Oysters Rockefeller

I would have been shamed to leave the Myrtle Beach area without trying some fresh local seafood. We'd had plenty of landfood thus far and it was time to get serious.

I picked up a few dozen oysters at a little seafood shop. I didn't realize they'd be so fresh that they looked like they just come out of the mud. This was cool but it presented some labor ahead.

I hate Stella Artois so much. The only thing it had going for it was that idiots thought it was cool because it was imported.

I scrubbed all the crud off the oysters with a toothbrush. It was a lot of work.

I thought it was cool that there were little animals stuck to the oysters. Some of the them seemed to still be alive.

Getting them open was tough at first. I bought a shucking knife from the seafood store, but I didn't want to put too much pressure on the shells or they would shatter.

I decided to make oysters Rockefeller.

They were really damn good.

It was a sea creature massacre.