Melissa and I got away for the weekend to celebrate our 2nd wedding anniversary. After some indecision on our part, we decided to go to Savannah, GA. It’s not too far of a drive, but it’s still far enough to feel like a vacation. We took off Friday from work (thanks dudes!) so we could spend as much time away as possible.
The drive was pretty uneventful. It was about three and a half hours up I-95. Not too much to talk about there.
We stayed at the Windham at Wingate. It’s a budget business hotel right off of 95. It wasn’t exceptionally nice, but the staff was really friendly. They also had free wireless internet, which always makes me smile.
We left the hotel shortly after arriving. We drove to Savannah, and scoped out River Street and the surrounding areas for parking. It turns out that parking on the streets is free after 5:00pm, and on Saturday and Sundays. After we parked, we walked straight to River Street.
We hit up ‘The Warehouse’, which advertised ‘The coldest, cheapest beer in town’. They might have been right. We ate dinner there too, which was pretty bad. I guess you get what you pay for.
We walked up River Street for a while before we went to the ‘Moon Something’ bar. They brew their own beer, of which I had a dark porter. Actually, I had 4 of them. They were really tasty. Melissa mixed it up with a few lagers too. I’m not really sure what they were though.
After that we went to another bar to meetup with a bar crawling ghost tour. Savannah is supposedly one of the most haunted cities in the country, so we were glad to hear some ghost stories. The tour guide was pretty cool. She even dressed like it was 1795. Good Times.
We spent the rest of the night drinking a whole lot. Too much even …
The next day, feeling a major hangover, we got up and drove back into town. Melissa had really wanted to do a Trolley tour of the town, but I was feeling the hangover very badly. Since I’m prone to motion-sickness anyways, there was no way we were going to do a Trolley tour with me a bumpy ride away from seeing breakfast again.
So instead, we walked, and we walked a whole lot. Basically, we walked all day long, trying to see as many different places as we could. We managed to hit Forsyth Park and get a picture by the big water fountain in there.
We also walked through Colonial Park Cemetary. That might sound creepy, except for the history there. I didn’t see any grave markers more recent than 1888. I did see a bunch from 1820, the year of a yellow fever outbreak which claimed more than 700 there. Some of the tombstones are amazlingly huge and elaborate, while some are the size of a dinner plate. It’s a eye-opening sort of place.
We walked through more ‘squares’ than you could count. Every few blocks there’s a ‘sqaure’ dedicated to someone. The story goes that one of these squares was the scene for Forrest Gump. So we found out which one, and took a few candid shots.
That night we ate at the ‘Old Pink House’. The name is not decieving: it is an old pink house. I had the Pot Pie, and Melissa had the pecan crusted chicken. Both were very good. Anyone going to Savannah definitely owes it to themselves to check that place out. Make reservations though, as we heard people were told to wait over 2 hours to get in.
After the we hit up a couple more bars, and called it a night. Actually, I called it a night, much to the despair of Melissa who was feeling like SuperWoman after a few drinks. Still, we walked back to the car, and drove back to the hotel.
All in all, it was a good time. It would have been nicer to stay in a place that didn’t involve us driving back and forth, but our stay was cheap. More time would have been cool too, but I miss my dog.