Savannah on St. Patrick's Day

Many years ago, I dated a Savannah girl and was there for St. Patricks Day. Unfortunately, I don't remember much about it. On the other hand, that might be a good thing.

 

One of my fondest memories after turning 21 just a month before involves Savannah on St. Patrick's Day, a trip to Statesboro and Charleston thrown in on the side, sleeping on the floor of a stranger's hotel room, being hit on by a gay guy and trying to pick up a chick that had spent the night on the street.

I haven't been there for the festivities in nine years, but the beer is cheap (like 2 or 3 bucks for a 32 oz. cup) and at night, River St. is packed from the river to the buildings. Lots of fun.

 

You just reminded me of some dude getting laid out last night in a Manhattan bar. Twas not pretty.

 

Did he pick a fight with some rugby guys or did he happen to "look" like me?

 

Sucker-punch, apparently, to a guy who plays for a rugby team in Manhattan. Sucker-puncher quickly was escorted out of bar, being chased down simultaneously by rugby-playing dudes.

 

Yeah, I'm not easily intimidated ... have had my share of bar skirmishes ... but you don't want to mess with rugby players.

I was always a little nervous in that crowd because there's always three or four guys who were set to go off at a moment's notice and that was before you added the alcohol. Once they were drunk they'd just knock the shit out of each other thinking they were out on the field.

Edit: I'm happy to fight for a cause or principal, but not just cuz I had three or four too many Jaegermeisters ...

 

One of my big regrets while living in Charleston for three years was not getting to Savannah for St. Paddy's Day. Of course, spending large parts of them out at sea might have had something to do with it, but I had a roomie say it was a great weekend.