Normally I would blame the Chatham Artillery Punch. However, it was still early in the night, well before our first sips of Savannah’s famous libation, and already we were laughing at all kinds of silly things. It’s typical of a Girls Weekend. Our latest weekend revolved around Halloween in Savannah. Four of us – Mom, Aunt Bonnie, my former roommate Elyse and me – packed into Mom’s apartment for two days.
The giggling began at dinner on Friday night. Our sober-faced waiter at Paula Deen’s The Lady and Sons wandered over just in time to hear Mom say, “He was the first homeless musician I ever befriended!” Cue the giggling. And yes, I admit, by the time we got to Bonnie’s “at least she gave it a shot,” we were already working our way through an Artillery Punch at the Shrimp Factory.
Saturday was packed. Our day started with a history and ghost tour by Kimber, owner of Discover Savannah Walking Tours and one of the DragonCon Thriller organizers. If you’re heading to Savannah, call her for a tour! We capped the tour with brunch at Huey’s, then I rushed to my book signing at Magnolia’s of Savannah on Bull Street. With the signing over, it was time to eat yet again. We went to the Sixpence Pub to satisfy Elyse’s eight-month craving for Guinness stew.
As evening settled in, we donned our costumes and jumped on a hearse for a ghost tour. We had a wonderful guide named Louis, and we had a good time waving at trick-or-treaters. We went straight from the hearse to a party thrown by Mom’s neighbors. The theme was “The Dark Side of Oz.” Remember those costumes I mentioned? We were Munchkins gone wrong. I was Slammer Munchkin (complete with a Munchkinland Penitentiary jumpsuit), while the other girls were Slutty Munchkin, Stoner Munchkin and Drunk Munchkin. The party was fun, our costumes looked great, and I’m already making plans for next Halloween.
A picnic brunch in Forsyth Park ended our Girls Weekend. We spent the trip discussing plans for the next “GW,” when we invade Paris!