Running a couple miles, and walking a few more while chatting on the phone with my man and my mama
The bad:
Showing up at Starbucks earlier than usual and in time for the morning rush
Realizing after the banana bread batter was mixed up that the loaf pan moved to Pennsylvania and the toothpicks moved Colorado
Not to worry, 1 loaf = 18 banana muffins and, while less discrete, you can check if the muffins are done using a fork and aerate the little buggers simultaneously
Hopping in the shower after my run, but not being in there alone
The ugly:
Finding a three-inch cockroach in my soap holder
Now, as you might imagine, I was 1.) naked, 2.) wet, and 3.) startled at the time of this discovery. My immediate thought was, “Cockroaches are perverts!”
Just kidding. My first thought was actually, “YOU MUST DIE F—ER!” I considered my options for smashing the genuine bugger, and I decided against using my shampoo bottle. It seemed like an amateur move, and I learned long ago that you cannot leave anything to chance with these speedy demons.
So, I flung the shower door open, ran over to my closet (dripping), grabbed a strategic shoe with a flat bottom, wide sole and rock hard construction, and slid my way back to the shower. The roach was still tucked in the shower caddy, so I coaxed it out of hiding and smashed the helloutta it.
If I’ve said this once, I’ve said it a hundred times: I keep an abnormally clean house, and I still have roaches. Everyone in Savannah has bugs unless they spray for them. Also, if you live in a state free of roaches and enjoy peaceful bathing experiences, stay where you are.
I am somewhat amazed by the accuracy of this Savannah city profile. The author, a Savannah native, discusses places and activities that real residents (like me and my coworkers) enjoy.
Occasionally out-of-towners ask me for restaurant and recreation suggestions. From now on, I’m forwarding them here.
Earlier this week a Savannah Morning News article announced that this year’s St. Patrick’s Day weekend is expected to draw more than 1 million visitors to Savannah.
Tomorrow Lena and I are daring to venture downtown and participate in what could be the world’s largest St. Patrick’s Day celebration.
Don’t let the tame parade photo above mislead you. St. Patrick’s Day is Savannah’s green version of Mardi Gras. We will be bombarded by crowds, harassed by drunkards who can legally drink outside anywhere in town, and blessed to share porta-potties with thousands of our closest strangers.
If you know any Irish prayers, say one now please.
Savannah St. Paddy’s Day — By the Numbers
188: Number of years the St. Patrick’s Day parade has marched through town
350: Approximate number of floats and marching units in the parade
Note: Verizon is an event sponsor and will hopefully be able to keep up with the demand for cell service. Lena uses Sprint, however, and her phone has been virtually useless since Thursday because the network is over capacity with zillions of tourists in town.
21: Age you must be to walk onto River Street after the PG-rated parade ends. River Street hosts Savannah’s biggest party of the year with multiple stages of live entertainment, games, food, booze and much more. Last year things got a little crazy and an unknown woman walked up to my dad and kissed him on the cheek with such force that she left a distinct red lipstick smudge behind.
December 22, 1864 - The culmination of Sherman’s “March to the Sea” was the capture of Savannah. With savage irony, Sherman invoked the spirit of Christmas as he informed his Commander-in-Chief that Savannah was taken, complete with 150 heavy guns, plenty of ammunition, and 25,000 bales of cotton. President Lincoln was thrilled to hear this news, which he immediately publicized throughout the nation.
The 14th annual Savannah Film Festival opened on Saturday night, and I had the pleasure of working a little and seeing impressive independent films this past weekend. The SFF is the best time to spot celebrities in Savannah whose careers didn’t start on the Food Network. I can’t wait to meet James Marsden on Friday. *Melt*
Also, whoever wrote the code for the Tumblr feature on “Spotted” could use some help from Harold Jones. Look at the tiny little picture! Pshh. Lame. But, if you click on it, the photo will:
1. Be big
and
2. Be accompanied by photos of Alec Baldwin and James Cromwell.
Yesterday was soaking Saturday and tomorrow will be monsoon Monday. Next comes torrential Tuesday and wet Wednesday, which are not to be outdone by thunderous Thursday and flooded Friday.
It storms here. It storms here a lot.
In the time it took me to track down the neat-o gif above, the thunderstorm passed through my neighborhood, and now Savannah’s ultra-violent rays have returned. Soon our puddles will evaporate into air as thick as molasses and you can bake ginger snaps on the sidewalk.
Have you ever seen a 5 inch cockroach that can fly? Yeah, I didn’t think those were real either. Until one almost flew into my eye while I tried to unlock my front door last week.
We used to have cats, so bugs in our house either got chased away or eaten. In fact, I don’t remember seeing any bugs last summer when Gus and George were still living here.
So how’s the bug situation now? Let me put it this way: I NEED TO BORROW SOMEONE’S CATS ASAP. Ok, it’s not that bad. But it’s kind of unnerving to see something crawling up the wall behind your bed. Well, Laura’s bed. But still. Ugggh, gross.
I just watched Laura chase down a huge bug before finally vacuuming it up. And you know what?
IT DIDN’T DIE AFTER BEING SUCKED INTO THE VACUUM.
Just say it with me: ewwwwww.
If you need me, I’ll be crying in the corner holding the Lysol bottle in one hand and a fly swatter in the other.
