This Weekend Whooped My *** !

As I mentioned in my last post, I had a busy few days.  My best friend came from Atlanta to hang out for the weekend, and we definitely worked as hard as we could to cram in as much fun as possible.  And of course, Thursday evening was spent clearing up the furniture hoarding / project working / guest apartment space in anticipation of her arrival!

Friday evening we headed out to Tybee Island for a beautiful night spent on the back deck of the North Beach Grill.  We ate some fabulous popcorn crawfish, indulged in a beverage, or few, and laughed until our sides cried out for mercy.

 Oh, and I can't forget our main reason for driving out to the island -- listening to these guys, my most favorite local band:

On Saturday we hit a couple of yard sales too late to score any good stuff (I blame you, Train Wrecks! and maybe the margaritas, too!), and my favorite thrift store. No big ticket items at the thrift, just some cool vintage fabric and other craft supplies. Then we went home, packed up the cooler, loaded up the boat (well, hubs did that part, and I should note that of COURSE our boat is vintage, a 50'something Glaspar that hubs resurrected years ago after it was given to him for free because it was in such bad condition), and headed out on the Skidaway River for the rest of the day.  Temps have finally cooled so it was a perfect day to be out riding around for hours.

We made it home just in time for fried shrimp and oysters from the best little seafood market in the area.  If you ever find yourself in Savannah, don't be suckered into going to a certain famous foodie's brother's seafood restaurant, come find this place instead...trust me on this!

Once the kids went to bed, we fired up the Netflix to watch The Wild and Wonderful Whites of West Virginia. Wow is all I can say about that one! I grew up in far southwest Virginia, so the familiarity was both entertaining and disturbing.

Today we spent as follows:

Salivating over the merch at 37th at Abercorn (too rich for my blood, though!):

Walking around downtown, including Shop Scad, where we enjoyed perusing the wares for sale by the local art college's students and alumni, and I drooled over this Vanessa Boulton bag:



Eating lunch at the historic Pirate's House, which first opened as a seafarers' inn in 1753, became a notorious pirates' hangout, and earned mention in Robert Louis Stevenson's Treasure Island:

And meeting the hubs and kids for some family fun at Oktoberfest / First Weekend down on River Street...of which I sadly have no photos to share at the moment.

I accomplished not one single "productive" thing except hanging out with my bestie and I loved every minute of it...but I am definitely whooped!!!!