(About the title – Name that reference. You’ll win a cookie.)
Last night (that would be Sunday evening, May 19th) the whole group of us, now joined by gold loopers Jim and Joy of Jim’s Joy (Savannah residents) loaded up into the loaner van and Jim’s truck to head downtown to a wonderful restaurant call “The Old Pink House”. That is after we fixed the door on the van that I somehow cleverly was able to break. Actually it wasn’t that clever. The sliding door was sticky (a fact that is well known) so to get it open you need to have a little oomph. This task fell on me. I guess I applied a bit too much oomph and I managed to break the door handle off of the door. (But I wasn’t alone in my oomph-iness. Kermit did the same thing later when we were leaving the restaurant.) Feeling like a clot I walked into the marina office and told them I broke their van. A dockhand came out and taped it back together. We opened the door from the inside and we loaded up to head downtown.
The Old Pink House is quite a place. It is a genuine old house smack dab in the middle of downtown, alongside of one of the small town squares that Savannah is famous for. And yes, it is painted pink. It is a white table cloth kind of restaurant and we all dressed up for the occasion. I even wore socks! They seated us in a separate room off of the main dining room where our laughter and general loudness wouldn’t disturb the other patrons. (Good thinking on their part.)
Their specialty is a fried scored flounder and that is what many in our party wanted to have. Of course our very capable server told us that there was no flounder that evening. Wow. You should have heard it. We all let out a hoot that sounded like we were all told our boats had been confiscated by the Coast Guard. The server politely excused herself only to return a few minutes later informing us that there were actually nine flounders left. Yay! Our party immediately took five of them. In sales-speak this is called artificial scarcity, which is sometimes an underhanded ploy but it works every time.
We had a great time! Man, we laughed and laughed in between the moments of awkward silence when we were all chowing down. (I myself did not have the flounder but it sure looked good!) It was a great evening and one that will rank right up there in the top most memorable looper gatherings.
So we wake up Monday morning with our little task lists firmly in our hands. Lisa was in paperwork mode. I was in get-the-generator-working mode. I called a company named Performance Power Systems, Inc. here in Savannah. They are a marine diesel sales and service company and one of only two authorized Onan service providers in town. I talked to their service dispatcher and told him what the deal was with our electrical system and generator. Phil suggested that we get someone like them on board to do a detailed analysis of the generator’s power generation abilities. Phil thinks that there is some kind of faulty something in the something that is causing the power coming from the generator to not be quite good enough. The voltage, hertz and amps are all showing to be correct, but there is some kind of bad juju in the power transmission that prevents the current from being qualified by the charger. Then when the air conditioning is turned on it somehow makes the bad juju go away and the charger does its thing. He seems to think there is some fault with the generator’s voltage regulator. Sounds good to me…but then I just used the term “bad juju” to describe the anomaly. What do I know? Power Supply will dispatch a technician most likely on Tuesday. They have two Onan techs and one of them is on a commercial tugboat job and the other is on jury duty. Curse due process!
Otherwise Monday was a sit-around day. Lisa worked quietly on her computer and I spent my time alternating between napping, looking at lol-cat pictures on the internet and watching episodes from the last season of “MXC – Most Extreme Elimination Challenge”, another weird TV show I like. I was going to wash the boat but, darn, it rained.