Current location:	Savannah, Georgia
Entry tags:	scad

The Last Days of Savannah
I apologise in retrospect and advance for the abysmal quality of the writing in these posts. It's hard enough for me to keep this updated let alone a beautifully crafted piece of prose. I just really don't want to forget anything and even after a couple of days we are experiencing somewhat of a blur.

Zach & Frank's Excellent Adventure:

After dragging ourselves out of bed at the crack of noon, we sauntered down to Cafe SCAD, the strange and wonderful cafeteria that holds mostly unhealthy looking people (I am one of them). This is because most of their food is crafted from ingredients not fit for human consumption. Cafe SCAD has been subject to a daily pizza pilgrimage for me, that without the huge amount of walking I am doing, would be adding considerable girth.

I attempted to avoid the pizza and pick up a cheeseburger (which in my previous experiences has tasted stunningly like Burger King), but I was thwarted by the Clam Burger. The Clam Burger contains nothing but bread and some questionable pieces of fried clam that smelled like surimi gone awry. We documented this in photographs.

We also began a new class, drinks colour theory. The soda fountains being the colours. Jon Chad made a very nice purple, using Iceberry (which is not actually a fruit, it is in fact a colour) as a foundation. Uncannily due to its purple colour, it actually tasted like grape. Becky created a vibrant light green that was barely fit for human consumption.
From here we took off for Zunzi's to meet Zach. Zunzi's is a great sandwich joint and a bit of a local fixture, we were unable to try the sandwiches due to our aforementioned gastronomical trip to hell, but we partook in some scrumptious iced Roobois tea, which was both sweet and refreshing. From here, Zach took us on an adventure walking around Savannah, going through the cemetery which I believe played a huge part in the seminal Savannah novel Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil. It is surrounded by swirled bricks imprinted by Masons to keep souls from wandering. Some areas of the park are so dark at night that there is a total absence of light, rendering you effectively invisible. We also found a phone outside, but as this was somewhere near the Devil's Crossroads, where an otherwise innocent offer can rob one of their soul, we opted to pass it up.

From here we went to a liquor store that had 40s, but we did not partake as it was early and I lost my nerve. We made up for this by travelling to a bar adjacent to the Hilton called The Lion's Den, staffed by a quintessential Savannah resident named Giselle (or Gerry, to her friends). We had frozen Hemingway daiquiris and an amazing conversation. Giselle maintained this job for most of her adult life, because it gave her health-care, even when she ran her own business 5 days a week. She couldn't be more cheerful about this injustice.


From The Lion's Den, we bid Becky adieu as she had class. We ended up at a cheap Mexican restaurant called Juarez, where the happy hour $1.75 margaritas were flowing. I had hot wings for the first time in my life and was rather impressed. I also managed to try Negra Modelo, which is a fine beer. From here we retrieved Jeremy, a fixture of the extreme study group at Becky's dorm, and wandered back towards home. Zach regaled me with another story of ghosts, Ancient Indian spirits that were appeased only through the placement of a giant rock and we were done with our travels.

Dumpster Diving:

It was the last day before all the kids moved out of school for the summer. Naturally, this meant rich kids were throwing away a huge amount of stuff that did not need throwing away. Also they were throwing away a lot of things that desperately did need throwing away for our own amusement. It started off innocently enough with an awful still life painting of a Bud lite and some tissues (Bro a la Mode?) that was still drying from what was clearly an alcohol fueled artistic rage on the last night of finals.


We then found a multitude of exceedingly useful and ridiculous things, such as twenty Snickers bars, entire sewing kits, a working laptop (in Spanish I must add), art portfolios, luggage, paper mache dragon masks that would put furries to shame, a broken computer chair with "The Bone Throne" written in masking tape on the seat, an entire box of 1000 drinking straws that somehow ended up forming an ever expanding island in the school pool... Also Dave found a few excellent pairs of jeans (and the man who threw them out). Other than an un-opened bottle of Smirnoff Ice, there was one find beyond all others. The story of a man who stood tall, played hard and fell even harder.


The find of the night was a man named Kyle Gallagher.

We know that due to the name on the failing grade on the front of his art history test. As we combed through his trash, we found more and more about him. His discarded screenplay about World War 2. His receipt for an overpriced unisex hoody from American Apparel. Oh what a tangled web Mr. Gallagher weaves.

I also found I had a tendency to acquire things I didn't need and later discarded myself.

On a visit to one dorm, Dave and I wrote messages saying we had crushes on people and to meet us at the SCAD Dorm at 3am. We are hoping this will yield a lasting comraderie with whoever chose to show up in the form of a new creative team called Team Joy.

We then walked down to Venus, a slightly less classy gay bar where I had a brush with an attractive drunk man... That one line was for my mum, cause I think she reads this. Anyway, there were topless bar tenders, some frat bro hit on Becky's room mate Mooshe and we had tall PBRs. The place was a bit of a spectacle, wish I had some photos.

The bars stopped serving liquor, as they tend to in Savannah (liquor curfew and all that, despite the bars still being packed beyond capacity) and we of course poured our beers into plastic cups so we could take them outside...

I wish I was making that up, but it is indeed the law.

As we walked back we experienced the spectacle of a crowd singing what appeared to be Spanish drinking songs in a very animated fashion.


We went to our friend Macarthur's place and he made us cocktails and pancakes with simple syrup as we prank-called Jon Chad's awesome girlfriend Mary (who I should mention found an entire sewing kit while dumpster diving).

It was all a great time indeed, you should have been there!

At this point I'm about a week behind on this, but I've been taking hella notes and mad photos, so hopefully I get a day free in New York or Williamsburg to sort it all out.