Alright, yesterday was pretty awesome. I bought a few things by the riverside and had two guys offer to buy me beer (tempting, but no. I'm with someone I can't leave at the moment, thank you).
I also ate at The Pirate's House, the oldest house in Savannah, which I HIGHLY recommend. It's also said to be haunted, but nothing happened while I was there.
The night ended with a haunted carriage tour, which was spooky, entertaining, as well as educational. I now know where a couple good ghost hunts will be on my next trip here!
Today I went to the beach on Tybee Island. More fun than I expected, and I don't think I've burned my pale, vampire-like skin. Yet. I also got sand in a few places I would rather not have sand. Ew.
Tonight the group is eating seafood, again. I told them we already had it two nights in a row and they could just eat at Red Lobster when they get back home.
But, nooo. "It's not the same!"
Whatever. All it means is I'm having shrimp.
Again.
I am in the beautiful, but terribly hot Savannah, Georgia. At the moment, my roadtrip might be in the process of being cut short, but as long as I make it to the mountains, I'm ok.
I'm also being harrassed by a group of girl scouts and an old bible thumper. So is today a good day? We'll see how it goes.
In Natchez, Mississippi, we learned how the North won the Civil War. By punching the South in the face.
