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*whachoo!*

Had a lovely weekend in Savannah. I discovered that my iPod battery will, in fact, last me all the way down to Savannah and then some. Woot!

Each time I go to Savannah I remember why I go down so infrequently--the drive is dull, dull, deadly dull. Nothing but pine trees and billboards from about Macon onward. It's even less exciting when you're driving in the dark.

So, anyway, I made my meandery way down on Friday and killed a little time at the bar of the restaurant where Malinda is working now. We got out at about eleven, headed to her digs and watched one of the Eddie DVDs I'd brought as well as a copy of the film Office Space that Malinda had taped. (Which is a fucking brilliant film, by the way, in case you haven't seen it yet.)

We got to sleep around, er, dawn and zonked out until one or so. Then I poked Malinda awake so we could check out the Maxfield Parrish exhibition at the Telfair Museum. There was some kind of festival going on which made parking a bitch (though we lucked out pretty well once we actually got inside a parking deck) but on the upside, admission to the museum was free that day. The exhibition was absolutely artgasmic--I just swooned all over the place. It was really nifty to see the original of "Daybreak", known in its era as as accessory to many a living room but known to my era as the cover art to that Dali's Car album.

We lingered a bit too long and returned in haste so Malinda could make it to work. I drove her car back to the house, got my camera and then took my wheels to do a little sightseeing.

Unfortunately, I headed the wrong way down Abercorn, which landed me on a maze of twisty little highway ramps, all alike. I managed to backtrack and return and headed north to River Street, which is pretty lively on a Saturday evening. I had bangers and mash at a British-style pub called Churchill's and wandered by the river from one street singer to another. Snapped a few pictures, some of which actually came out.

Eventually I made my way back, snagged some groceries as a favor to Malinda, took a shower and killed time until Malinda got off. Malinda mixed us some of her legendary White Russians in very large containers and we watched more Eddie and zonked out.

I got up late and hit the road even later, as I lingered a bit longer to show Malinda my Astronaut tourbook and hook her up with some Paul Melançon songs for her radio show. Finally, I made my way back up to Atlanta, got home in time for Sunday dinner and pretty much collapsed afterward.

Today I made it to work okay but my nose was running constantly to the point that it was driving me insane. I cut out of work early and collapsed on the couch for a couple of hours. My nose is still runny and I've got a gallon of Sunny Delight to swill down--we'll see if it helps.

Today I took pleasure in a strange and vivid dream about sneaking into some kind of event by bypassing the ticket gates and slipping down the stairs.

Today I learned my resume appears to be that of a smart person. (Somebody emailed me to ask if the name of one of my previous employers was spelled correctly. I explained that, yes, it's spelled weird but that's what they were, in fact, called. The response was that they kinda figured that was the case, since judging by the rest of my resume it didn't seem to be likely that I'd make a mistake like that.)

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fuddlestump
Nov. 8th, 2005 03:55 am (UTC)
The drive to Savannah
I agree, the drive to Savannah is dreadful. But you seemed to hit some of the fun spots while you were there. Savannah is a strange small town. It borders on oblivion, yet is has something cool.
notgruntled
Nov. 8th, 2005 05:25 am (UTC)
Each time I go to Savannah I remember why I go down so infrequently--the drive is dull, dull, deadly dull. Nothing but pine trees and billboards from about Macon onward. It's even less exciting when you're driving in the dark.

I think you overestimate the appeal of I-16 in the daytime. It might actually be less brutally boring in the dark, because at least then it has some mystery, and you're spared a few hours of the endless sameness.

I love Atlanta. I love Savannah. I just wish I could teleport between the two.
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