All the Details have been ironed out and Zalebaby and I are going to Savannah for the weekend. Well, really just overnight on Saturday. The dog care has been arranged, the hotel is booked, Zalebaby is excited and I am dreading it.
We're going with a bunch of friends who want to do the St. Patty's day parting. I'm not looking forward to the drunk party crowds that Savannah's St Patty's day weekend seems to be. I say seems, since I've never been there during St Patty's day. I love Savannah, it is so beautiful. I'm a bit of a history junky and love to do museum tours. I'm whiny because I don't want deal with the hassle. Boy is it going to be a hassle. I'd be less whiny if we had planed this earlier and gotten a hotel room on river street and we could just walk out the door and do as we please, but the planners of this adventure got a hotel in the outskirts of Savanna and are planing on driving in so we can party on river street. Like that is going to work out well. Hello---drinking and driving? Not to mention parking is going to be a joke. I know that there are going to be shuttles, so I'm going to do some research and find out where the stops are.
This party weekend is so not the break my heart, mind and body are crying for.