Oh Sweet Savannah!

We were in college at Texas A&M, working our way through school by waiting tables. As any of you that have ever worked in a restaurant know, it’s not difficult to find yourself sucked into the social atmosphere, soon picking up panicked double shifts at the end of the month, wondering if it’s really possible that you spent THAT much of your tip money on margaritas this month! Well, it was during just that kind of after work socializing that Erin and I really met. I mean, we’d worked together for almost a year and we’d been friendly, but, as fate would have it, we’d never ended up in a situation where we’d had the opportunity to have a real conversation. Until one summer afternoon drinking margaritas on the patio of the On the Border where we worked with a group of our coworkers. We ended up at the same end of the table, got to chatting, and 3 weeks later found ourselves road-tripping through the night to Moab, Utah to go backpacking. We stopped at gas stations in the middle of the night to buy ice cream, sunglasses, and really bad greatest hits tapes (yes, I know that I’m dating myself!), and averaged 85mph on the way back in order to drop Erin off in front of the engineering building so she could run in and take a test! That trip sealed the deal- this was friendship, the kind that cuts through all of the hemming and hawing, that shows up when it’s not easy, that lasts a lifetime. That conversation was the first of a million since that have left me feeling understood, not so crazy, “got”. That trip was the first of so many where we scraped the money together for gas and emptied the couch cushions for money to buy ramen noodles so that we could go to Colorado to snowboard or North Carolina to kayak. We slept in the car. We slept in the bus station. We had the kind of adventures that we thought Jack Kerouac and William Least Heat Moon would be proud of us for.

Over ten years have gone by since that fateful round of margaritas on the patio. Over those years, we’ve supported each other through thick and thin. She picked me up from chemo when I couldn’t drive. She showed up wielding a swiss army knife when she thought I was in danger. The conversations still leave me feeling understood, not so crazy, “got”.

So with another year fraught with changes behind us, and yet another before us, we decided to meet in Savannah, GA, the halfway point between her home in Florida and mine in North Carolina and connect, just the two of us. In some ways it was so different from our adventures of the past. We stayed in a real hotel. We ate goooooood (I cannot recommend the she-crab soup at The Olde Pink House strongly enough…seriously, do not even THINK of going to Savannah and not eating it!). We could afford to take some tours and pick up a souvenir or two along the way. But mostly, it was just the same. Grand intentions of tourist-ing thwarted by conversations that were just so good, we lost track of time. Drawing astonished looks because we laughed too raucously and then laughing harder at the looks. We confided and confessed and dreamed a little. We hugged after we cried and then made some completely inappropriate joke that left us in stitches.

I was so busy running my mouth (you know, a total departure of my usual timidity!), that I didn’t actually take many photos! So here’s the little bit that I remembered to photograph between stuffing my face and laughing my head off…

Erin in front of the Forsyth Park Fountain
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Our first night in town, we went on a ghost tour (because you just CAN’T go to one of the most haunted cities in the United States and NOT go on a ghost tour!!!)…it was so fun!! Here are a few shots of City Hall while we waited for our guide to arrive…
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Ooooh, how spooky is the Kehoe House?
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And, seriously? Creeeeeeepy, right? But the architecture of the Owens-Thomas House is super interesting and the architect was the famed William Jay! I love the curved entryway…
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The next morning we headed out on a tour called “Savannah Strolls”, where it proceeded to rain for most of the walk! (Erin and I were the only ones not prepared with umbrellas…oops!)
Savannah, Georgia, Photographer
Savannah, Georgia, Photographer
After “strolling”, we found some good warm soup for lunch and then headed out for our second tour of the day, which took us through all of the scenes and people from the famed book-made-movie Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil. The tour was an absolute blast and our guide just a riot- it was basically 2 hours of Savannah society gossip! So fun!
I actually don’t remember what house this was, but I never remember to have someone else take a photo of me with people and no one ever believes that I was actually there!:)
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This is the famed Mercer-Williams House, and if you’re familiar with the book, you might know that the eccentric owner who was portrayed in the book, went way out of his way to prevent the house from being filmed when it came time for the movie to be made!
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A bit of randomness…
Savannah, Georgia, Photographer

Thanks, Erin, for such a fabulous weekend…as always, I feel understood, not so crazy, “got”. Love you!

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