Shake a Tail Feather

Well, we survived Savannah....which is nothing short of miraculous because I apparently have very little self-control in any city that allows you to roam the streets with open containers. Although our lodging and events were a drive down 516, in Port Wentworth, we spent Friday and Saturday night shopping and eating our way down River Street. After a late Friday afternoon snack of Wet Willies frozen drunk-in-a-cup (I will always wonder how they make 190 proof taste like a Frosty) and an early dinner at Paula Deen's (save your money, y'all. There's better chicken to be had in Savannah), we headed back to our hotel, with few plans but high hopes. Next door was a little honky tonk called "Silverado's" and they just happened to have live music that night...The Fig Neutrons. I'm not kidding. The entire band looked like they were suffering from a rabid case of failure to launch and were exploiting the only way they knew to get laid...to start a band. Although they were certainly talented...even if the lead singer did need to stop buying Russell t-shirts from Walmart.

But the real show of the night was this couple. We noticed them dancing the first song. We stopped and watched in amazement during the second one. I broke out the video function on my phone for the third...because, really, no one dances like this. And it wasn't as if they knew one dance and adapted it to each song. I counted at least 5 different dances, but my favorite is this one, purely for the knee-hike. I have to hand it to this couple. They may have been drinking tap water out of the men's bathroom all night, but they certainly motivated the rest of us to try a dance other than the Watermelon Crawl. It's short...like 30 seconds...and you don't even need sound. Actually it's probably better on mute, as I just realized that I busted out a little "Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-tee da, brown-eyed girl" in the middle....and no one wants to hear that.