Lots of Sun. Lots of Rain.

Decent day this morning...other than the hordes of kids at the pool. Funny how sunshine brings everyone out of the woodwork and down to the pool. I had to return to the SPF 50...got a little bright pink on the SPF 30. Ally seems to be doing fine with the SPF 8. Jorge, of course, uses nothing. I don't think you could burn him with a blow torch.

Interesting cast of characters at the pool. Ally was amused by a very fat baby. There was the skinny kid with Alfred E. Newman ears. The white dude too old to be wearing the Samuel L. Jackson-style hat. And our old friend the "Frasshole" was back for another big dive into the pool followed by a few laps. Once again he almost plowed into Jorge while we were bobbing in the Old spot...but at least this time he muttered "sorry, man".

We decided to combine a late lunch and early dinner at the Sports Page...a sports bar in Kihei...where they'd be showing the Thursday night NFL game. Of course, that game started at 3:30 Maui time.

Typical sports bar, though a bonus that it was a smoke-free bar. Lots of pennants and team memorabilia around; Ally laughed at the lack of any Pepperdine pennants. Place was full, so we shared a table with an old dude. We appeared to be the only people there not rabidly rooting for the Steelers.

Did I mention the place was full -- and there was only one waitress? It didn't bode well for fast service...but we didn't have anything else to do, so why not? The menu was fun - all of the dishes were named after athletes or sports teams. Had to laugh at the "Lance Armstrong" which was a French Dip sandwich. Also something kind of gay about the "Tom Brady" being tuna.

It took a while to get our order taken, but the food came surprisingly fast. Ally had the "LA Kings" - a barbecue pork sandwich; Jorge had the "NY Giants" - a burger with mushrooms; I stuck with the home team (even though they suck this year), the "Seattle Seahawks" - a burger with barbecue sauce. The chow was actually quite good. All-in-all, a pretty good time...even though the game didn't end up going the way we'd hoped (Ben Rothlesberger is a jerk).

As we were eating, people were coming in commenting on how much it was raining outside. Yep...it was pouring! It was a downpour even by Seattle standards. of course, we'd parked a block or so away because the bar parking lot had been small and full. Ally's gaze turned to Jorge...and comments were made about his having the least hair to get wet.

We waited around and caught a break in the storm -- scurrying to the car in a light rain. We made it just in time before the storm started dumping again. I shot a few picks as we were driving back to show how much water there was.

One last picture...just what would make Ally brave the downpour? This shot shows the southbound end of a northbound Ally heading quickly to the gelato store at Azeka Place. The only thing that would get her willingly out in the rain.