Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Savannah, GA - 12/31/10 thru 1/2/11

For New Year's, Chris and I stayed in Savannah, Georgia for the weekend. I'd only been to Savannah for the day before, when my family spent the week in Charleston and drove down to see River Street and not much else. Chris had never been. Chris also does not like cities, nor does he like the South. Nervous.

My plane landed in Savannah at around 9am, and we had a few hours to kill in the gorgeous weather (60 degrees on the last day of December in the MORNING!) before we could check into our hotel. So we went on a bit of our own little walking tour.

The thing we both liked immediately about Savannah was the architecture. We were staying in the historic district, and luckily, unlike many other cities, the original architecture has been preserved for quite a while so it felt authentically historical.

I also was partial to the abundance of Spanish moss hanging from almost every tree.

We stumbled upon the Forsyth Park fountain without quite realizing where exactly we were, before finding a map and making our way to River Street.



River Street is a big tourist draw for Savannah. Our hotel concierge told us that's where she suggested finding something to eat, which we later found wasn't quite fair to the rest of the city. (Vinnie's Pizza on the Go-Go is an old-fashioned pizza parlor where you can watch the guys make the pizza from start to finish while you wait for your to-go order. Pizza fanatics such as Chris and I highly recommend it next time you're in the City Market of Savannah.)

The best part of River Street, in my opinion, is the big ex-factory building near the World War II memorial. From the awnings over the shops, the never-updated or remodeled old brick siding, to the cobblestone street below, standing in front of it looking up at the windows feels like you've actually stepped into another decade, or perhaps even century.



Eventually it was time to check into our hotel, where we promptly took an EPIC nap before waking up to get ready for our swanky New Year's Eve dinner. We had reservations at Paula Deen's The Lady and Sons restaurant for 9, and it was only 5 and we were already starving. , and I was super-excited for it. Chris didn't quite know who Paula Deen was, but when I told him what I knew of the menu, he grew excited as well.


I am no cook, and Chris doesn't cook often, but probably the great basis for our relationship is our intense love of being fatties. Nothing gets us more excited than the prospect of a glorious meal, whether it's a feast laid out before us at a grand restaurant or holiday event, or spreading out our greasy fast food in front of a hockey game and chowing down until we are comatose.

Needless to say, we were pretty stoked.




But remember when I said we were fatties? Yeah. We had gotten too hungry to wait until 9pm for dinner so we had ordered wings in the room. While the calamari was excellent, the actual entree part of the evening we sort of ruined for ourselves. I was still a little full from my wings, and I forgot the golden rule of crabcakes: NEVER order them outside of Maryland. Once you've grown up with the spoils of Maryland crabcakes, everything else will just be a waste of what could have been another, more specialized entree. Chris was sick and could not be the impressively fat fatty he normally is. We had to leave behind most of our ample leftovers because we weren't going back to the room before midnight.

From dinner we went to City Market, where a few bars were but also where there is a couple of blocks for just pedestrians, shoppers, and partiers. We settled into The BAR Bar (...) where we'd gotten a pre-dinner drink, and actually found a couple of seats at the bar. Downtown Savannah is not nearly as crazy as even DC for holiday celebrations.



Not only was the street blocked off and set up with outdoor bars for partiers, the weather was still mild and the local radio station had set up a stage for a band that played Skynyrd and the like actually really well. Chris and I were dressed up, satiated, and excited to ring in our first New Year's together.
We tried to run down to River Street for midnight, as an Atlanta native and New-Year's-in-Savannah patron we met at our pre-dinner drink had tipped us off too, but it was too foggy to see any of the fireworks.



The next day we spent mostly in our hotel room watching the Rose Bowl and the Winter Classic. And laughing our asses off at America's Funniest Videos like the easy-to-pleasers we can be. (CAT VIDEOS FTW.) We ventured down to City Market around lunch to have dinner at a restaurant called TAPAS, which was confusing because it wasn't really a Tapas restaurant. This was definitely the best meal of the trip, as on January 1st, 2011, we sat outside on the patio in t-shirts devouring delicious crab ravioli in cream sauce and a bacon cheeseburger cooked to perfection. We surrounded by people who had brought their very well-behaved dogs to lunch and got to watch passersby as well.




Monday, August 30, 2010

"There is so much beauty in this world!"

I'm embarking on some kind of trip. I chose the word "trip" because it, unlike the word "journey," suggests that traveler will eventually return home. I suspect "trip" is more appropriate than "journey."

I have a feeling I'm going to find that the answers to my questions are the ones I've suspected all along. Life is constantly transient, everyone my age is going through what I'm going through, eventually everything turns out for the best. In 22 years those are the answers I keep encountering at the end of most bumps in the road. But at 22, more than ever, I've been feeling like the decisions I make now are the most important ones, that the rest of my life has officially begun and time is officially starting to run out a little bit faster.

Except for a brief stint of a few months in North Carolina, I've lived in the DC metro area my entire 22 years on this planet. Recently I've come to the realization that there are very few things that I am 100% sure about. I can count them on one hand- performing gives me a rush, the pain of other people and animals, even animated characters, makes my heart physically hurt, I love my family to the point of tears, I'm a comparably smart (if not smart, at least fairly well educated) and slightly clever young woman who comes from a financially stable background, especially in comparison with most of the people in the world.

Then there are the things I suspect about myself, and these are the things I am going in search of to answer. I think I'm strong. I think if it came down to it I can handle quite a bit. But I don't know. I've rarely been tested with anything that difficult. The worst things I can think of that I've survived are the serious illnesses of two people in my family hitting at the same time, deaths of people and animals very dear to me and an extremely painful breakup. If those are the hardest things I've experienced in my life, I don't really know how strong I am.

I think I want to make art and plays and live my life in connection with the theatre. I think I want to eventually get married, be pregnant, give birth, raise children. I think I want to adopt a little girl from China. I think, if I'm surrounded by nature, I can handle a lot of manual labor. I think I want to teach and inspire future presidents, doctors, lawyers, writers, crusaders, protestors, rebels, gypsies. I think I know all these things, but I think what I'm not sure of, is if I can do it all before my time runs out.

The earthquake in Haiti, flood in Pakistan, hurricane in Louisiana, the oil spill in the Gulf, and the overall disconnect I'm starting to sense between human beings thanks to leaps and bounds in the advancement of technology (I'm starting to feel like the only person who doesn't have nor WANT an iPhone or Blackberry) have all made me feel like not only is my time running out to do something big, but that everybody's time is starting to run out. I can't stand feeling like I'm just another body taking up space on the planet anymore.

A friend of mine once triumphantly declared, as we stood in the ocean drinking in the sun and listlessly floating over waves, "There is so much beauty in this world!"

I've seen very little of the world, but I already know she's right. So I'm going to find it, experience it, enjoy it, and maybe somewhere along the way try to save some of it. And maybe, just maybe, I'll find out how strong I am.