Monday, October 29, 2012

Midnight in The Garden of Awesome

Oh you know it.
I had these two completely outrageous stories to tell you and I thought, "Perfect way to restart blogging!" then I woke up and realized I had dreamed both of them. And I don't know if we really want to start dreamblogging because where might that lead? Also, one of them involved tennis, anyway.

I feel like I have to pick up and tell you about the thing which was about to happen during my last post, like I am a book that you just put down. So it was that Matt was taking me out of town for our anniversary and I didn't know where. I continued to not know where as we said goodbye to the kids, got into the car, and drove out of town. I still didn't know where until we got on I-16 toward Savannah, and then, with Holmesian powers of deduction, I turned to Matt and said, "Is it Savannah?" And he goes, "Do you want to know yet?"

It was Savannah! And the first thing we did to see the town was Segway. Matt was like, "I have a surprise for you. But you can guess it if you remember that I always stick to what works." And I was all, "Segway!!!"

Segway is the perfect mode of transport for a place like Savannah. You can cover the whole historic district in fine style. All those pretty squares and monuments and shady trees. So romantic, I loved it. Our guide was an earnest SCAD student who told us Who Slept Here or Who Was Born or Who Haunts Here at every house. My takeaway was that, if nobody every quartered troops in your house, you are nothing in this town.

Remember Kevin Spacey's house in that movie?
At one point we were strolling along and I heard a familiar peal of bells. When my iphone screen did not show an incoming call, I turned in a slow circle, confused. "Oh!" I realized, "That's an actual church!" The look on Matt's face made me say, "WHAT." His only comment was, "I think you are interesting and fun," and he left it at that. Smart guy.

Mattscape. Those vases are glued down, I don't know.
The next stop on our getaway was Tybee Island. I had never been there, and if you are needing the Hilton Head experience, this is not it. Definitely not fancy, but it reminded me a lot of how Pensacola Beach was when I was growing up. Just your basic beach but it had a lot of charm. We stayed in a hotel right on the sand. They set up an umbrella and a couple of chairs for us, and on Sunday, I sat in those chairs from 10:30-5:00. Tough day at the office. It occurred to me that it has been years since I went to the beach without a kid to keep track of. Like, seriously years. It was just what I needed.

Bonus Mattscape

Tybee Lighthouse
us at tybee
Seventeen years, baby!
Oh, and because I didn't know where we were going or exactly what the activities/weather would be, I packed: two pairs of jeans, pair of black pants, two dresses, bazillion tops, fugly shorts, and bathing suit. I wore: one t shirt, one sweater, the shorts, bathing suit, and one dress as a cover up. I could pretty much throw all of my clothes away, but isn't that always the lesson?

Okay, now that I have cleared away old business, I can move forward with blogging and gear up for NaBloPoMo. It dawned on me that I have been living the unexamined life and you know we don't want that.

Enough about me, what about you? How's tricks? xoxox