Aug 23 2015
Feeding Time In Savannah
After a few miles of listening to Chooch jaw off Octavia’s ear about video games and Henry suffering mild road rage, we found a place to park downtown. Octavia put her tour guide hat back on and we began our leisurely walking tour of Savannah. But first, Octavia needed to feed me because even though I had on my SWEET LITTLE ERIN facade, my hunger was quickly reaching Hulk levels.
Octavia suggested Kayak Kafe, knowing that there were vegetarian options. There were so many veg options, in fact, that it was difficult to choose! I eventually went for some sort of vegetable panini thing which came with LATIN SLAW!
On my birthday!
That whole cabbage challenge had me consumed for the entire month of July. There were times I ate coleslaw even when I didn’t even want to eat coleslaw just because it was endlessly funny to me. I feel like my dumb self-appointed cabbage challenge consumed more than should have. You know how they say that it takes x-number of days to make something a habit? Usually when referring to exercise? Well, after 31 days of forcing myself to reference cabbage in some way, I find myself automatically doing that still, almost at the end of August. So dumb. I’m pretty sure I won my challenge, because no one told me otherwise. Someone started to call me out on one of my posts and then realized that I dropped a Savoy bomb up in there. SAVOY IS A TYPE OF CABBAGE in case you’re a cabbage dodo. Now you know.
So step off.
(I actually didn’t know this until July, when I spent entirely too much time Googling “cabbage” and now I know everything in the world there is to know about cabbage, including a recipe for Transylvanian cabbage pie and home remedies for hemorrhoids using raw cabbage leaves. Facts.)
Now that I have you thinking about inflamed anal buttons, here’s a picture of my food!
I ate way too fast, as usual. And Chooch was fancy and ordered lemonade with strawberry pulp in it, which I didn’t see on the menu, so I was jealous. He was so smug about it, too.
During lunch, Octavia brought up THE SERVICE, because she too was in the Air Force! This is important to note because it was the first time Henry smiled in Savannah, when she asked him earnest (as opposed to Erin-style, a/k/a dickheadish) questions about what he did there. He was a crew chief!
“Did I know that!?” I squealed through my laughter.
“Yes,” Henry mumbled.
“No I didn’t! You never told me that!” I was almost choking on this.
“No, I did. A long time ago. You just didn’t care,” he mumbled.
I wonder if Henry ever feels bullied by me.
And then Octavia said, “So your name was on the plane then!” and Henry modestly nodded and I was practically flipping tables at this point.
HIS NAME WAS ON THE PLANE, HAHAHA! Oh my god. I just asked him if it was his full name, middle initial and all, and HE SAID YES. A plane with “Henry. J. Robbins” plastered on it! Oh god, thank you, Octavia, for uncovering this gem buried in Henry’s past!
After lunch, we went to a toy store that looked like my parent’s basement in the 80s. So much nostalgia, and so many “NO!”s to Chooch’s incessant toy-begging.
Finally, it was time for ice cream at Leopold’s, which was why it didn’t matter to me where we at lunch; I have been too fixated on Leopold’s even since Octavia first told me about Savannah’s ice cream parlor.
Here is a picture Octavia took of me not listening to Henry. <3
Octavia got lemon sorbet (or custard?); Henry got rum bisque because Octavia said that was her husband Dustin’s favorite and Henry is a follower; Chooch got something dumb probably; and since lavender wasn’t available, I felt an obligation to tutti frutti, since Leopold’s famously claims to have invented it. I’m not sure I’ve ever had tutti frutti before, and it’s not something I would typically order, but I really liked it! It was like a (good) fruit cake in ice cream form.
I liked Henry’s better though. :( DON’T I ALWAYS.
Here’s a picture of Chooch stealing another friend from me. Ugh. Anyway, Octavia is adorable!
One of the things I really appreciated about Octavia (and believe me, there are many!) was that she patiently listened to Chooch and I fight over who was going to tell the story of DONNA on the ghost tour, and then endured us racing to finish sentences before the other one tried to hijacked the story, because this is what happens when there is a story to tell and both of us want to be the one to tell it. And not only that, but she was totally on our side about it and started berated Donna along with us, so then “don’t be a Donna” became a thing and now I want to make t-shirts and Henry is like, “No, you mean, now you want ME to make t-shirts” and he hates the ghost tour even more now.
Chooch found a new Frederick. And also never shut up. OMG.
Meanwhile, I know that Henry must have been having an OK time because he was updating his Facebook and he never does that. He checked into Bonaventure and Leopold’s, you guys! I’m a Henry expert, so I know that these were good signs. Plus, we didn’t exchange any clandestine “I hope you fucking die” looks with each other at any point during the day, which is what we normally do when he’s having an awful time and I’m catching his bad vibes.
I guess Henry likes being in the south!
One of the last things we did during our afternoon stroll around Savannah was stop at the Coffee Fox for iced coffee, and Chooch excitedly borrowed my phone so he could take a picture of “boobs”:
I think it’s important to note that both Octavia and I like foxes (her photography business is named Two Fox!) so this somehow managed to make my iced horchata latte taste even better. Foxes are special. This whole day was special. I want to go back!
I took a bunch of pictures with my “real camera,” so I’ll post those separately. Don’t be a Donna.
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I’m experiencing such regret about suggesting Kayak over Goosefeathers! It’s probably so unique and delicious there with some kind of magical cabbage based dish. Speaking of which, Transylvanian cabbage pie sounds amazing. Will it be appearing at the next pie party? God I hope I can make it to one of those :-)
I love these posts so much; it’s like getting to relive that day. <3
Henry’s name was on A PLANE??!??! Omfg. We (read: Judy) really need to find pictures of that!
Can I preorder a shirt? Make mine pink, Henry.
“and Henry suffering mild road rage,”
Was this his only beef about the south since he loves it so much down there?
“There were times I ate coleslaw even when I didn’t even want to eat coleslaw just because it was endlessly funny to me.”
SEE? This is why I knew immediately that we would get along.
“During lunch, Octavia brought up THE SERVICE, because she too was in the Air Force!
A plane with “Henry. J. Robbins” plastered on it!
Meanwhile, I know that Henry must have been having an OK time because he was updating his Facebook and he never does that. He checked into Bonaventure and Leopold’s, you guys!”
And here is where I crack up and Hector pretends not to notice and I just die more. How did we never know this about Henry?! What font was it in? Where is this plane now? WE NEED TO HEAR THIS STORY.
He claims there MAY be a photo of the plane somewhere!