O-Savannah
March 15, 2008
Our first stop of Spring Break 08 was in Savannah Ga. This was just a quick overnight stop on our way to the real deal but we intended to make the best of it. Dart and I spent a 4 day weekend in Savannah a couple of years ago and loved it. It had everything we could ask for; a charming riverfront, beautiful city squares and gardens, history, golf, amazing food and nightlife: A perfect stop over on our family trek down south.
Ok now the reality…this is the weekend before St Patrick’s Day. Savannah, apparently founded a troupe of drunken leprechauns, is (as we now know) home of one of the most wild St Pat’s parties in the country. I’m not talking about the bagpipes and redheaded-step-dancing-girls sort of celebration either. This was more like an emerald colored Mardi Gras, complete with beads, booze and boobs.
But we’re here. We’re making the best of it. We get our beads (avoiding the beads with pot leaves, bear bottle openers and mini plastic breasts), and duck into a restaurant for dinner. It’s a nice enough place and since everybody else in the entire city is at the bar we are seated right away. After dinner, fearing our standing for parents of the year might be in jeopardy we decide to head for the exit, a brief stop to watch the AC/DC tribute band and we were done.
How about our timing though, as we were driving out of the city the lights went out (and I am not being figurative). The whole city was in a black out from about 10pm until 6 this morning. I can’t even imagine what it was like to deal with thousands are wasted Irish wannabes-the only light for miles, thousands of blinking shamrocks around their necks!
Ok now the reality…this is the weekend before St Patrick’s Day. Savannah, apparently founded a troupe of drunken leprechauns, is (as we now know) home of one of the most wild St Pat’s parties in the country. I’m not talking about the bagpipes and redheaded-step-dancing-girls sort of celebration either. This was more like an emerald colored Mardi Gras, complete with beads, booze and boobs.
But we’re here. We’re making the best of it. We get our beads (avoiding the beads with pot leaves, bear bottle openers and mini plastic breasts), and duck into a restaurant for dinner. It’s a nice enough place and since everybody else in the entire city is at the bar we are seated right away. After dinner, fearing our standing for parents of the year might be in jeopardy we decide to head for the exit, a brief stop to watch the AC/DC tribute band and we were done.
How about our timing though, as we were driving out of the city the lights went out (and I am not being figurative). The whole city was in a black out from about 10pm until 6 this morning. I can’t even imagine what it was like to deal with thousands are wasted Irish wannabes-the only light for miles, thousands of blinking shamrocks around their necks!
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