Last night my lady friend and I ventured with friends over to Bolivar Peninsula. I'll tell you this, for starters, the ride there was "ferry" hot (weak, I know, but we enjoyed making as many "ferry" references as possible during our float over... let's just say I enjoyed it a scoche more than the others).
(Back on track) In actuality the ferry rides were tolerable (although the mosquitoes got a little rabid during the night time trip back). It seemed to take less time than I remembered.
Our destination at hand was dinner-ing at the Stingaree restaurant. Now I haven't really set foot on the peninsula since my baby's mama and I honeymooned there way back in 2002. And I also realize that ol' mister Ike brought the warpath. But I must say, Bolivar seems to be alive and bustling. And I say this based on the experience we had while dining at the Stingaree. I mean, after all, shouldn't the crowd at a restaurant be able to tell you something about how things thrive in a town? I think so.
The place was packed. So packed that after we were seated (by a window with a thrilling view of the waterway where we enjoyed watching barges and skiffs droll by) we had to wait about thirty minutes before we made them assign someone to our table. Apparently our decision of heading to the Stingaree on what we thought was an "off" night was the same decision everyone else had. But we managed fine (as our beers arrived and a nice crispy basket of buttered toast, and of course nothing but frozen lemonade for the pregnant lady). I mean c'mon, we're Islanders, so we know about a little thing called Island time. But I think we were ready to gnaw on each other's fingers by the time our food arrived.
All in all, we really enjoyed our time on the peninsula. It was a swell outing. Good friends. Very interesting conversation (to be a fly on the wall). And tasty sea creatures cooked in various fashions. Oh, and a slab of meat for my lady.
So if you ever you get a hunkering for something different float on over and visit BP and make a memory.
