Which, actually, was perfectly fine with me. All I requested of David was to just make our anniversary plans and keep them a secret from me. I really love surprises. Good surprises, of course. For a Control Freak, there is something strangely agonizing, yet very pleasing, to know you are going somewhere or doing something, but having no idea what it is. However, packing a suitcase with no idea where you are going or what you are doing is very agonizing and not at all pleasing in the slightest. I packed embarrassingly heavy. And for those of you who know me, I am a heavy packer. (Picture this: Me. Crowded Airport Check-In Counter. Slightly pressed for time. Ripping clothes and shoes from my suitcase and stuffing them into my purse and kindly-provided grocery bags to get under the 50 lb. weight limit for my luggage. No shame. Just frustration that the airline wouldn't let an extra 10 lbs. slip through without an extra fee.) Soooo, for me to admit that this was shameful should let you know that this was pretty heavy packing for a 2-day trip.
The Friday night before our anniversary, we toasted with champagne and year-old wedding cake which was suprisingly delicious, even though one side had the icing falling off. (I am realizing that this picture portrays us as borderline obsessed with our canine son. Just to clear the air...We are. It might as well been his birthday party.)
We woke up on Saturday morning, loaded up the car, and headed to Destination Unknown. After driving a little over 2 hours south, I discovered we were going to the charming city of Savannah, Georgia. It was a wonderful surprise! Neither us had ever stayed in Savannah in the role of a true tourist, so it was something we got to experience together. David made arrangements for us to stay at a historic home turned bed-and-breakfast, the Dresser-Palmer House, which coincidentally was featured in this month's issue of Southern Living as one of the South's coziest inns. To say I was ecstatic would be a generous understatement.
They served gourmet breakfast each morning, and we were lucky enough to be there for Peaches & Cream French toast with Thick-Cut Pepper Bacon on Sunday, and Sausage, Pear, & Pecan Quiche with fresh fruit on Monday. Upon check-in, they even inquired what we preferred to drink at breakfast, so everything would be waiting on us in the morning. They have an evening cocktail hour in the parlor, which we missed because we were out exploring. Now I am wishing that we had done it. But that won't matter because I will just make a point to do it next time because we will be staying here again. It was perfection!
(I stole this picture because I forgot to take a real-live picture of the house while we were there. Oops)
We stayed in the Wisteria room, which was actually the original kitchen that has since been converted into a guest room. The exposed brick walls were beautiful and we really enjoyed the warmth of our very own fireplace. The best and most enchanting part about it though was that we had our very own private entrance on the side of the house. (See the little turquoise door down the steps??)
Our days were spent walking around Savannah, taking in the sights. A few of my favorite pictures...
There are some interesting characters in Savannah. This was captured parading downtown in her lacy fuschia unmentionables with her fully-clothed lover(?) around 9:30 am on Sunday morning. Not that this is relevant considering the circumstances, but it was cold and windy outside, and it may just be me, but it seems a tad selfish that the lover is wearing a hat, coat, pants, and carrying a blanket all to herself. I have no explanation.
What an obedient and handsome guy. Sam needs to take a few pointers.
One other thing that I will write here (for fear that if I don't get it written down, it will one day vanish from my memory forever) is that on our first afternoon, we were walking through Madison Square and Saint John's Episcopal Church was chiming the 5 o'clock hour. The steeple bells were beautifully tinkering away, and all of a sudden, I stopped dead in my tracks because the tune was eerily familiar. The hymn that was playing was "Be Thou My Vision," which is not only my favorite hymn, but also the hymn I chose for our wedding ceremony. Serendipitous.
Our evenings were spent bar-hopping and eating sinfully rich dinners.
Sunset cocktails at Rocks on the Roof, atop the Bohemian Hotel.
We had dinner the first night at B. Matthew's Eatery. We also visited Churchill's and the Crystal Beer Parlor for a few libations during our stay. I need to remember to take more pictures... I just get caught up in the fun of the moment and forget all about my camera.
We celebrated our Anniversary with drinks and dinner The Olde Pink House on Sunday night. Absolutely delicious!
And we rode off into the sunset.
The End.
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