So i've been sitting here for awhile, staring at this computer screen and thinking about what to blog about. I've been trying to keep it light and funny - because well - sad and depressing is pretty well, sad and depressing. Plus - I'm happy to say that i'm not sad or depressed at the moment.

My natural instinct is to write about my weekend in Savannah. So i guess i'll trust my gut.

I went along with 5 of my friends to Savannah, GA this weekend for a little mini birthday getaway for my friend K. It was a great excuse to get away from the C-latte (thanks for the fun city nick name RJ) for a nite and just not think about work or how i should do laundry (like really, i HAVE to do laundry tonight), or how i should really run the dirt devil thing around my apartment because hardwood apparently sheds. Or maybe that's me.

Anyway, it was a 4 hour drive which while i knew it was going to take 4 hours to get there - i just was hoping maybe it was more like 3. (It wasn't.)

Fortunately, we had a great time even though it was just for two days. We split a hotel room that had 2 queen beds and a sleeper sofa. But K and I went in together as we only registered as 2 adults (aren't we sneaky?). So we had two cars obviously, so i needed to go in so i could get a parking pass for my car as well as his. It was pretty funny, because we walked in together and the front desk staff immediately assumed me and K were together. They were referring to me as his "woman" and later, "his wonderful, beautiful sweetheart" (in case you didn't know - people in the south are pretty friendly). I was sort of laughing about it the whole time because K is gay - but most people wouldn't know that upon first meeting and I think that's the way he likes it anyway.

It was funny because both days K and I would have to pretend we were together, when in reality, my bf was there with me. We thought up all sorts of fun scenarios. Like staging a fight in the lobby and then later i would return with another guy (my bf) and make out in the lobby and then K would come in with the other 3 girls that went on our trip and say he found some "friends" to keep him company for the weekend.

Of course, we didn't do any of that. But i'm sure the hotel people were like holy crap - because when they came to clean our room it looked like we had been on all sleeping surfaces since there were actually 6 of us. We had to go down and ask for more towels and blankets for the sleeper sofa. I'm sure they were like "you are weird."

OH well. All in all - a fun trip. Lots of walking and there wasnt any rain, just some wind so it turned out pretty nice. We had food on the riverfront for lunch and found some brewery to try some local beers and then proceeded to a whole in the wall mexican place that served a 32 oz blue moon beer for 5 bucks to my friend. We all love a good deal!

Later - we went "out" and my friends immediately went to the dance floor. I'm not much of a dancer unless i've had exactly the right mixture of drinks, so i kind of just stood there and shuffled my feet while ironically the song "Just Dance" played in the club. I wanted to say "I just don't feel like it, dammit!"

So i ended up going back to the bar area and having another beer and hung out with my bf who fortunately didn't feel like just dancing either. :)

I wish i had a nother weekend to recover from the lack of sleep from my first weekend. Almost too tired to be funny today.