Thursday: Left Philly for a short ride to Annapolis to see my rock Kelly for the night. Stopping here was not necessarily saving us time but it is important for me to make a pit stop to see Kel and Fin if I can. Its always so nice to see them and it was the perfect start to our trip. Over pickles and wine we had a very nice night.
Lesson learned: Danielle cannot make a bed for the life of her. I actually am not even positive she has covers on her bed at home. They might be on the list of things to buy once she hits a year in her apartment.
Friday: woke up at the butt crack of dawn, well not even, to get on the road. Forgot to pack myself a container of pickles. First fail. Missed the Dunkin Donuts and next 30 (and only) Starbucks on the road. Second fail. Regardless, drive was going well. Danielle was probably sleeping the whole time but hey she completed the first 4.5 hours no problem. Sometime around 2:30pm we arrive at the South of the Border. I have passed this so many times in my life and have never stopped so I insisted that we do so. And we both had to pee of course. We thought it would be a great idea to just grab a fresh cold beer while we were here. Well we thought pretty much fucking wrong. Upon entering the beer store we decide to be courteous by asking the counter dude if it was okay for us to grab two singles and sit out front in the sun. Joe fucking Dirts uncles first cousin was not having it. "Zero Tolerance" (in the strongest southern accent ever) he screamed at us over and over. Trying to get a word in I tried to explain to him that I just wanted one beer and it was completely legal to drive as long as you did not exceed the legal limit. "Zero!!!" "Zero Tolerance" is the only response I got. Apparently there is "Zero" "Zero Tolerance" when it comes to drinking and driving at the South of the Border.
We finally arrive in Savannah around 4 pm and it is just gorgeous. Breathtaking. I love it. We find the house that Dicky lives in. Dick greets us and gives us some food suggestions and some brief info on the layout of the city. I will just say this now, for our first Airbnb experience, Dicky Fricky poo was just amazing. He only spoke to us when he was spoken too and provided us with directions to the nearest (and only) coffee shop serving vegan treats. And he had a series of Simpsons cups, that I insisted I would steal. But thankfully for my karma I never did. Anyways, we headed out to grab something to eat before our haunted tour of the city. Mind you it is Friday the 13th, making this plan even more awesome than it could ever be.
Anyways, we eat at the Kayak Kafe and it was pretty basic but probably the only compatable eatery for us annoying vegans. Everyone working there looked super trendy so we decided to ask the waitress to steer us towards to "non-touristy" bars. She informed us that the Social Club was the spot to be. But I'll get into that later. We then head over to McDonoughs where we are scheduled to meet our tour guide from Tara tours. If you are ever in Savannah I highly suggest you take this tour. Most of the companies that run these tours do not allow you to drink or be drunk during, well, not this one. Fran and Dan were drunk before the shit even started and our tour guide preciously stopped at many pubs along the way. Unfortunately, for once in my life, I did not see one damn ghost. I travel all the way to Savannah to hang out with some stupid ghosts and they are on fucking vacation. Great.
Along the tour we meet Julie and Paul who are super awesome. Julie loves music so we all hit it off right from the start. After the tour we stay at The Moon River Brewing Co to have beers and talk music with Julie and Paul. I am so glad to have met them and hope that one day when they move back to Austin we can crash their place for ACL. During our time at Moon River Brewing Co we start to notice the crowd. This is our first stop in the Inbred Twilight Zone. I can only post this video to show you what I mean.
We decide it is time for us to leave as the lights go on and we become just as ugly (and I am being nice here) as those around us. We hop in a Pedi Cab which was the best experience of Fran's adult life so far. We pay Iron Legs the bare minimum for the ride home. Frans' offer to sleep with him numerous times but he passes on the offer.
Lesson learned: Fran not only does not know how to make a bed, but she sure as hell does not know how to share one either.
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