I had a wonderful Monday with Jean and Viva today, sitting at the Kayake Cafe (the cafe located at the health club), eating mango chutney chicken salad and devouring some turkey chili (AWESOME!). But, the best part of the day was deciding all that health was a bit much and we ought to rush to have a beer, just to keep balance in the universe. Now, we initially stopped by the Jepson Center, the modern art museum, to catch a wee bit of culture. Sad to say, they had art blocked off to the common man in order to provide a private party for the mega wealthy. *FUCKERS!
Us common folk found refuge at the Wing Shack at City Market, hob-nobbing with tourists desperately waiting to eat at Paula Dean's. One gentleman we sat with, a local in TV news said it best, "She's still down to earth....just with an entourage." How smart of him. And indeed it is a certain breed that comes to Savannah just to see Paula Dean. You know the sort I mean, too, don't you? Its much like the particular sort that was here just for the film festival last week, then took leave. Our beloved Savannah has its cracks and corners for any sort of soul....
The book is doing well, and thanks a bunch to everyone who has supported this project by buying it through Amazon. (THE LINK IS TO THE RIGHT FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO HAVEN'T!)
The weather is getting colder. Much colder. I love it. The Cambridge Jacket I'm knitting is nearly done. It would be done sooner, but I have gifts to make in the interim. Socks for Greg (not me, the guy I'm dating), and a beanie-scarf-fingerless glove set for Wes (.....my best friend, and often more).
And by the way....next blog will be on my support of the writer's strike. All of you who watch massive amounts of TV ought to be penalized with reruns anyway.