FTJ, Entry 148: Island Action, Tall Ships

We have been pretty busy here on St. Simons, starting with my meeting local resident Keenan, otherwise known as Ziggy, the owner of the eponymous island nightclub, Ziggy Mahoney's. Beau and I went there last Friday (May 4th, our anniversary) for a really fun evening. We listened to Ziggy sing and DJ, and then we did some dancing. 

Ziggy  is a great guy who acknowledged us several times during his act, telling the crowd he hoped we might settle on the island. (Okay, I might have flirted with him a little bit when I met him, to make sure he remembered me.)

Below, a very bad photo of Ziggy (damn camera!). He is quite a handsome fellow, actually. And a great singer/entertainer. We will be back, hopefully.

 

 Beau at Ziggy's surfboard table:

Earlier in the day we had enjoyed a fabulous anniversary lunch at Mullet Bay restaurant downtown. Sixteen years of wedded bliss. With some impulsive nuttiness (i.e., our RV adventure) thrown in to spice things up.

 

The weather has been superb, so we enjoyed the beach one day last week. It was perfect. We are already tan and old-people leathery, so we don't really need to "bake" too much, though.

I'd like to say that is me in the lounger, but we all know that I can't and she isn't. Sigh.

The sad truth.

It was surprising to see horses on the beach. Buddy growled at the strange "big dogs."

Last Sunday we trekked up to Savannah, a wonderful town we have visited before. But we wanted to experience the Tall Ships festival, which featured a number of schooners and square-riggers.

Some pics of the town and the ships:

 

One of the ships was looking for crew. Beau was tempted to sign on, but I talked him out of it.

 

The town's unusual WWII memorial sits along the waterfront.

Love the contrast of the ugly new behemoth and the old ships.

There was some local entertainment, including steel drums...

...and of course, the requisite pirate crews.

 

 

There were ships on both sides of the river.

The old Savannah waterfront.

 

A happy sailor at the River House, a waterfront eatery.

The town sits above the waterfront, so you have to go up stairs to get to it.

 

The gold domed building is City Hall.

Ye Olde Cotton Exchange (c. 1887)

Typical thoroughfare in the historic district.

 

Home of Juliette Gordon Low, founder of the Girl Scouts.

Had to have a photo with the statue of Johnny Mercer, the famous lyricist and Savannah resident who wrote "Moon River" (my favorite song), and the song I was named for, 'Laura."

Not sure what happened to the original Forrest Gump bench where he said "life is like a box of chocolates" (big whoop, I hate that stupid-ass movie), but it was in Chippewa Park in Savannah and looked like this.

Exciting, huh? Try to contain yourselves.

 Enough photos, enough blah blah blah. I shall end with a few oddities:

Beau's new girlfriend.

My new boyfriend. Love those big boys.

And guess what this is (below). There will be a prize for the right answer. I am not saying what the prize will be, but it could be taking you off this blog's email list. As Curly would say, nyuk nyuk nyuk.

This was a long one. If there are typos, don't tell me. I'm pooped. 

Till next time.

Tanks, Panky