Sugar, Sails, and Cemetery Tales

March 29, 2014

Day two of our second trip to Savannah.

Breakfast. Free breakfast. That is what's great about Fairfield Marriotts. Jason and I slept in but still made sure we were on time for breakfast. Jason found eggs, fruit, yogurt, and milk. I found the Rice Krispies. We both wanted bacon and eggs but a man before us apparently grabbed them all. Still good though. I noticed that all the older people were eating very healthy while all the young ones were eating waffles and bacon. I stole an apple for myself and took one back to the hotel, just in case Jason's blood sugar dipped before we could find food again. Luckily, we didn't need it.

After eating, we drove into downtown Savannah. I have a tendency to freak out when driving in new places, especially with one way streets and drunk people around. It took half an hour to find parking... we tried free parking, but settled on a parking garage that we knew was safe and easy to find. We then walked to Riverstreet and found antique stores. We also found this...

Yes, that brick does say "kill" on it. Savannah has the strangest things. After passing this, we went into an antique store that had the most inappropriate things I have ever seen. They.... well, I'll just post pictures.

Yeah, I hope no one ever buys those. I'm not sure why anyone would want to buy those. Jason says the only way anyone could ever appropriately buy and display these items would be if you had a sign that read "My gallery of [messed] up [stuff]" (this is not his exact wording). I agree. This is only a small portion of the items for sale that were incredibly racist. On a fun note, here is a random trap door....

Jason couldn't get it open. It was nailed shut. We browsed for a bit, then decided to walk to Clary's for lunch. I did not take a picture of the outside because we already took one the last time we were here. But, here is a picture of the inside...

Please ignore the speed demon on the right. She walked in quickly and unexpectedly. The jerk. Those two bar tools at the end were ours. We were told we could wait for a table or take the bar. This option not being outside.... we decided to take it. Jason got eggs Benedict Florentine and I got eggs, bacon, toast, and breakfast potatoes. No pictures because we were too hungry. So good. This time the power didn't go out, so we were able to leave when finished and pay with our card as expected.

We then headed to Colonial Park Cemetery, the oldest cemetery in Savannah... I think. Here are some lovely pictures...

The tombstone to the left is from 1803. The picture on the right is just pretty.

 We found this and just thought it was hilarious. We also would like to note that we found a leather thong in the street the last time we visited. Again, this place is strange.

After taking this last picture, we decided to leave. We headed back toward Riverstreet and went shopping. Found some great birthday gifts for some people and then decided to drop them off at the car. Realizing what time it was, we decided we should do a tour or something. On our last trip we had a regular day-time trolley tour and a ghost tour at night. We also may have overheard other tours when randomly stopping for no reason...  Therefore, one of the only tours we had not done was a boat tour/ride.

We boarded the three decker riverboat and sat across from a lovely couple on the top deck, port side. After a few minutes we decided to walk to the front of the boat... better view. Captain Dave began discussing his difficulty avoiding sugar, along with facts about the nearby factories. Apparently they use clay in a lot of things. That's the last thing I remember because we stopped paying attention to poor Captain Dave after that. We began focusing more on these things...

Toward the end of the boat-ride, Captain Dave (not Jack) decided to pick up speed. The wind was crazy! We were going so fast that drinks began to fall over, blew out of the cups and onto the wall, and a man's hat flew off his head and was lost at sea.

After the boat ride, we went back to the Cemetery and grabbed our sample of dirt. We keep tiny bottles of dirt from historical cemeteries on each trip we take. Once collecting the dirt, we headed to dinner. We ate at Kevin Barry's Irish Pub. This is the same one we ate at last time. So good!

 Irish Stew. (Mine)

 "Brown Bread."

 Irish Whiskey.

Rubin Sandwich. (Jason's)

Delicious!! No band this time, but it was still amazing. After dinner we headed over to Riverstreet Sweets! Yum!!! We bought an ungodly amount of sugary goodness. Of course, we got a candy apple. Same kind from our last trip.

Due to lent, I am having to wait until midnight to eat this. Jason is being unbelievably kind and also waiting. I like him. We are currently at the hotel waiting for the heavenly hour to occur. End of day 2.

A Bunch Of Stiffs

March 28, 2014

Jason and I are able to take a vacation without any particular reason for the first time in our married, adult lives. Normally we travel only on our anniversary, but today.... today we travel just because. Jason was able to start the day off by sleeping in, which for him is still far too early in the morning for most people. Our teenage selves would be so upset if we had known 8 a.m. was sleeping in. I, however, woke up for work at my usual time, which for me is 4:45 a.m. The most ungodly hour of the day. As I worked, Jason watched horror movies (not whore movies... as he just explained). He also was amazing and washed our clothes and began getting us ready for our vacation. The moment I left work, I grabbed the great and powerful Jimmy John subs and dashed home. We ate quickly, packed, said goodbye to our sad-faced cats, and left for Savannah, Georgia.

This is our second trip to Savannah, the other being our one year anniversary. As we documented from our previous posts, Savannah was not our most favorite spot in the world. This was mainly due to the Hashers. This time, we hope the Hashers are in some other part of the world. It was either a bad omen or a good sign that our trip began with a rainstorm. Either this was a sign that the Hashers were indeed headed to Savannah (bad things always happen on dark and stormy days), or the rain would keep most people away.

We drove for 5 hours and it rained the entire way. Jason and I listened to an audio book called Stiff for most of the way. It may seem inappropriate to begin our vacation listening to a book about cadavers, but ... [Jason tells me this is where I am supposed to explain how it is appropriate I, however, cannot.] The only thing I can come up with is how this book seems to align itself with Savannah's "haunted" history. Like Savannah's ghost tours, the book Stiff discussed grotesque and unpleasant topics but never failed to deliver humor. Although it is a wonderful book, you have to listen to it in parts (hehehe). There were a few times we opted to turn it off for a break, either because I was getting sleepy (due to the rain, not the boringness of the book) or because the topic began to become too graphic.

After debating for roughly an hour and a half, we chose to eat dinner after arriving at the hotel. We stiffly (hehehe) climbed out of the car and unloaded our luggage. Jason, crashing from lack of food, quickly noticed the coffee in the hotel lobby and bolted toward it. I, being sugar deprived for the past few weeks, noticed the display of cookies and had to restrain myself. We checked in, unloaded our luggage in the room, and immediately returned to our car for dinner. We drove around for a short time, trying to find a restaurant we had never been to before, and settled on Molly MacPherson's Scottish Pub. It was packed. This is probably one of the weirdest dining experiences I've ever had. Jason said this is his second, the first being the time a man quacked at him at Burger King in East Point. Apparently quacking is a thing people do when wanting money for a burger. Oh East Point!



 Here is a picture of Jason waiting on our table at Molly MacPherson.

We placed our name down for a table and heard it would be 20 minutes. She was mistaken. After some time, the host asked us if we would like a table outside rather than waiting. We noticed it had stopped raining and agreed because it had been 7 or 8 hours since we had a bite too eat. We found a table outside and waited for our server, while listening to a man nearby say he had to "hammer the dogshit out of the car." We're not sure what that means. The man next him didn't seem sure of what that meant either. Eventually a waitress came and took our drink and appetizer order. Not long after receiving our drinks and having made our order, rain droplets began to fall. I believe Jason said "Uh oh." I agree.

We moved tables in order to sit closer to the building and hopefully avoid rain. As we rose from our chairs the man discussing hammering dogshit yelled out "You two aren't going to abandon us, are you?!" Now we have to stay outside or he'll beat the dogshit out of us. As the rain started to pick up, the waitress came out with our appetizer and Jason's whiskey. We asked her to make our order to go since it had been so long and now was raining quite a bit. She offered to find a table inside, stating "that's just shitty." We like her. We went inside and stood by the door until she eventually returned. She asked if we wouldn't mind sitting with another woman. Hungrily, we agreed. She reassured us the woman would be leaving soon, having only ordered a meal to go. The waitress also asked Jason to grab a chair for himself and follow her. She led us over to a table where a kind-faced woman sat. She introduced us to her and pointed to our food, which she had already placed on the table. We said hello and quickly ate. We were really hungry. I got Guinness Stew with a role and Jason a grilled turkey, cheese, and apple sandwich. Eventually the woman left and I took her seat. We were sadly not much company for her. We were too hungry to talk. 

After dinner we returned to the hotel and went to bed. End of day one.