She talks to wolves...

Last night, I had dinner at the Pirate's House (at the suggestioninsistence of crowley) with sirandrew. It was quite nice-- a little on the expensive side, but that's to be expected from such a fine and established tourist fixture. I felt very literary when I realized that the Pirate's House is supposedly where the original captain (y'know, the one what buried the treasure) died in Treasure Island. Exciting! Anyway, I'll try and get an Intrepid Restaurant Adventurer post up about this restaurant by the end of the week. Expect pictures!

Also last night, we got lost in horrifying and exciting new ways. My laughter was tinged with hysteria before the end of our adventure. Streets that were supposedly perfectly straight from one end of Savannah to the other curved and became completely different streets not on the maps right before our eyes. Veteran's Parkway warped time and space, curving back upon itself to vomit us back upon the shores of the road we'd started out from. It took us over an hour to get back to our hotel. And when we stumbled off the beaten path when trying to turn around at one point, not able to locate the turn-around, I was terrified we'd hear dueling banjoes off in the distance.

Luckily, we made it back to the hotel just fine. We slept in this morning, getting an exceedingly late start to the day. It was fabulous, although we missed the Continental Breakfast. (Not that worried about that, honestly.) Our first stop of the day was to run up I-95 and get off at the Mighty 8th Air Museum. Andy's grandfather was actually a member of the 8th, whereas my grandfather was with the 15th (I think). We rambled along through the displays for nigh on three hours. There were some awesome photographs, some hard to look at and some just fascinating, and very intriguing artifacts. I was absorbed by the different insignia employed by the different groups in the Air Force, as well as the interiors of the different planes. They allowed me to take pictures all throughout the museum, so I hope to have those up sometime soon as well.

After the museum and a quick trip to a Wendy's since my blood sugar was dipping dangerously, we headed into Savannah proper in search of Bonaventure Cemetery. I was very keen to go here, partially due to the impression I had of the cemetery from Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil (or "the Book" as it's apparently known around here). Our Mapquest directions served us much better than our Google Maps ones did yesterday, thankfully. Unfortunately, by the time we got to the cemetery, it was a mere 20 minutes before they closed. :-\

We drove around for 20 minutes while I randomly jumped out and took photos. As I strolled around a bit, I breathed deeply and enjoyed the sheer peace of the place. It was so beautiful: azaleas running rampant, the crowding trees and ever-present Spanish moss. The gravestones and monuments to life, some still gleaming and others weathered, were awesome. As above, expect photos.

As we left the cemetery, Andy made me shop at a Piggly Wiggly. We picked up sunscreen (for tomorow), pencils (for sudoku!), and apples. We had dinner at Hooters because I've gotten myself into this tradition now: anytime I'm in a city that has a Hooters (for more than one day), I'll check out that Hooters. I've done it in Daphne, Singapore, and Atlanta... why not add the Savannah one to the list? The atmosphere was a bit crap, though the food was not bad. If he wants to, Andy can post concerning the interesting table dynamics he observed while dining.

Back in the room now with time to relax and rest before the big day tomorrow. Tomorrow, I hope to get us downtown for some walking tours (self-directed). I want to tour the squares, see Mercer House (just the outside, I'm not paying), and finally get down to the riverwalk. Right after dinner, we'll need to start heading back to Montgomery.

So far, I haven't had much time to read or write, but this trip is giving me some breathing room. And that's something I've needed.