What were we thinking, right? It seemed like a great idea in theory- take the kids, ride the ferry from Hutchinson Island to River Street, walk around and enjoy the festivities. In actuality, it was much better than expected. My two girlfriends, Caroline and Elizabeth, and I drove to Savannah with our brood early in the morning so as to avoid the piles of vomit and puddles of urine that show up without fail every St. Pat's weekend.
We threw the kids into their strollers, which we then threw onto the ferry. Here's the munchkins getting all pumped up for their 1-minute boat ride:
We three moms and our three strollers walked around downtown for a while and enjoyed watching the parade with the only three pairs of sober eyes in Savannah. Surprisingly, we only saw one person completely incapacitated at 10:30 that morning, and it was a young woman being held up by two grown men, who seemed to be having trouble escorting her down River Street. If you're looking for a classy lady, you better stay away from Wet Willie's. Nothing good happens at Wet Willie's, at least from what we saw. Especially after I let Squeege and Garrett take a couple of Jell-O shots. Here's the end result:
Just joshin'. Squeege was just "croaking" and Garrett just wanted to chill. Both boys were angels, which is a phenomenon which I choose not to test next year. In retrospect, it was a nice experience to say I was one of the few who elected to subject my toddler to such Irish debauchery. I think if I turn back to look at the city of Savannah again I'll turn into a pillar of salt. Nonetheless, it was a nice day of fun & friendship with my homegirls. Next time we need to go to the petting zoo.
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