We awoke at an ungodly hour. 5:20 a.m. No one starting a vacation wishes to wake up any time before sunrise. Alas, the first part of the day was not vacation. I was scheduled to go to work this Saturday morning for two hours. Luckily, Jason was given permission to come to work with me so we could leave immediately after closing. Him being there made it much more fun. I vote every workday be "bring your spouse to work" day.
After work was over, Jason and I headed off to Quick Trip for brunch. That's right--brunch bitches! Jason "ordered" an egg roll and a corn dog; perfectly acceptable items for a Quick Trip brunch at 9:30 in the morning. I "ordered" a cup of grapes (I had eaten breakfast earlier that morning and was not very hungry). We also purchased two ham and swiss lunchables, from their finest selection (year 2015), which we planned to eat at lunch.... hence lunchable. To drink, we had the extra large fountain drinks (unsweet tea and diet Dr. Pepper).
Jason and I ate our brunch in the car before leaving. Shortly after we were headed toward Savannah, Ga. It is Labor Day weekend and most of Georgia is currently headed in the opposite direction to attend DragonCon. Yay for almost no traffic! While Jason drove, I read Jane Eyre aloud. We began reading this book last year on our anniversary trip--sadly, we never finished it. We eventually took a break from reading and listened to "Of Monsters and Men" while singing with them.
After stopping at a gas station to pay the debt of our extra large drinks, we were soon only an hour away from the hotel. Unfortunately, it was at this point that we realized we booked the wrong hotel. We thought we reserved a room at the hotel we stayed at last year, but it turned out to be a different one. It's a little farther than we preferred but it will do. At first we were nervous because the area appeared very.... Alabama-like. Broken down trailers, trash-lined homes, and "adult" entertainment, uh, centers.... not the best scenery for vacation. As luck would have it, we turned onto a different road about one minute before reaching our hotel destination.... amazing what one road can do for scenery.
We checked in, met a lovely woman with a Frozen-like hairdo who gave us our room keys, and unloaded our belongings in our room. We changed into more fitting clothes, as it was 95 degrees with a heat index of 100 degrees outside. Before leaving, I noticed two beautifully wrapped Andes' Mints--originally I spelled this "Andy's Mints" and now Jason is making fun of me--sitting on the bedside table. I immediately ate mine because I have no willpower and Jason, being of complete absurdity and ignorance, left his. We might disagree on the extent to which Andes Mints are refreshing, granted he did spell it properly and I did not. But if a guy named Andy did make these mints, thank you and you are my lifelong friend. Jason is no friend of yours. Fyi. Where was I? Right...
We left the hotel and made our way to the Streets of Savannah where I promptly lost my mind. Jason concurs. If memory serves me correctly, I immediately forgot how to drive and fully remembered how to swear. We were trying to find parking places to no avail, making me a woman on the verge of being arrested for parking on the grass instead of a paved spot. Jason, being of sound mind, googled parking garages in Savannah and was able to direct me to the nearest one. Just for the record, we made it safely and I was never arrested.
Once parked, we walked down ten flights of stairs and out onto the Savannah streets. We headed, of course, to Riverstreet where I again promptly lost my mind. Turns out everyone goes to Savannah for Labor Day weekend, even the Hulk...
Jason and I tried to walk down Riverstreet but quickly became frazzled by the mass amount of people, particularly drunk people. We ended up going toward the very end of the street where less crowds had formed. We sat quietly on a bench and regrouped. Jason sweetly put his arm around me and we watched boats go by. After checking my fitbit to see my heart rate jump from a resting 69 to a startling 134, I realized I do not play well with others--at least not in large groups. After relaxing, we braved the streets once more. Underneath the large oak trees adorned with spanish moss, Jason and I walked.
We walked and gave our backs the chance to stretch after the long car ride. As we neared the end of the street, Jason noticed my energy waning. I didn't want to spend any money on food since our funds were low from the recent house/car repairs that occurred over the past two weeks. Jason steered me toward a nearby Peanut shop. Immediately I began to feel better because the peanut shop was filled with cool air. Jason also pointed out nearby peanut samples. He tried some and then I did. Then I realized there were peanut samples all over the store! Free samples! We essentially ate every single sample we could find and got ourselves a free protein snack! We are frugal bitches! Fyi, chocolate peanut butter coated peanuts are the best peanut in peanut land! Immediate energy restored!
After leaving the shop, Jason and I went in and out of stores for cool air. We then sat down in front of the riverside. We looked up and noticed the darkening sky and felt two raindrops. Since we forgot our umbrella in the car, we decided to go for an early dinner at Huey's on the River. We were very glad we did. We were seated immediately near a window facing the street. Almost instantly rain fell at great speed. Here is a picture:
As you can see, large groups of people ran for shelter. We watched as a nearby fountain became more like a fire hose from the rushing wind. A man soon greeted us and took our drink orders. Jason and I looked over the menu and settled on these meals:
Also, here are pictures of us:
Not long after eating our beignets the rain stopped. We decided to go antique shopping. We began in a small shop above riverstreet only to realize they were closing. We quickly left and made our way to the shop below that was still open. They had a great deal of kitchen plates and cups, but the back room had old books. It also had this:
A while later, Jason and I headed back toward the parking garage for the car. We walked up 12 flights of stairs (earning me my first high climber badge for my fitbit charge hr). We drove back to the hotel and turned in for the night.
Before going to sleep, we did blog this. While blogging Jason got us two cups of water from the hotel sink. He handed me my cup, made a face, and said "Why does this water smell like butthole?" I smelled it and immediately placed it back down. It did smell like a butt. We both couldn't stop laughing. Jason said it explains why this place is called Hinesville. Hahaha! Turns out all water in Savannah smells like this--it's the beach water. We smelled it every time we drove over rivers or creeks. Very funny smell. We opted to avoid drinking any water from the hotel, unless in a bottle.
Also while blogging I told Jason I needed the tweezers. I continued typing anyway because I didn't want to get up. At some point I took a break from blogging to regain my thoughts. Jason happened to at the computer when I began this break and wasn't typing. So, while staring into Jason's eyes the entire time, I typed this:
I need tweezers bad. (Jason got up to go get the tweezers at this point.) Don't do it. I got it. You don't have to but thanks anyway. I love you so much, you mother futcher futchface. Kisses!!!!! Please and Tanks. You okay? I heard you make a weird noise like you got hurt? Now you're taking a while... you pulling your hair while in the bathroom? That why it's taking a second? Maybe that's why you made that weird noise, except you did that before you took a while. Maybe you are silently signing in front of the mirror and pretending you're a rock star. Except you never will be one. So stop. You're back. Thanks. You look great.
When he returned he read what I wrote and laughed very loudly. I should probably explain the word "futcher" and "futchface." There is a golf cart repair shop in Hinesville with a sign that reads "If no one is here call Futch." For some reason Jason and I had a lot of fun with that and have replaced one of our favorite words with Futch in it's place. Ah, good times. End of day one.
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