We began by eating appetizers at Arby's. I had my favorite cheese sticks and Marshall had a roast beef sandwich.. we got free fruit tea. Without any kind of coupon we spent over $6 at Arby's. That's ridiculous. Marshall wasn't thinking about how much it would cost.. as he handed the cashier a $5 bill. This is why we don't go out very often.
On the way to our next destination, we got stuck behind a horse drawn carriage. I would lie and say that Marshall took me on a private tour of Savannah.. but he's cheap.
Our next destination was Firefly Cafe. It was a tiny hole in the wall off Habersham.. with outdoor seating and the weather couldn't have been more perfect. We heard good reviews about it, so why not.
It reminded me of Athens, always a good thing. They have "environmentally safe" paper straws. Really neat, they weren't plastic.. kinda cardboardish. Come to think of it, they were like Playtex tampon applicators. Now, I think I 'm going to move on..
Marshall got tuna. Gag. He said it was a little dry. I got chicken marsala. It was pretty good. My chicken was almost dry. Bummer. BUT- there was an interesting twist to the marsala. It was topped with fried leeks. Now, I don't know what leeks taste like normally.. but they were really good fried and it gave the marsala an unsual, distinctive taste.. but a good one.
After dinner, we walked from.. I don't know where.. to River Street. It was a long walk.. went through many round abouts/gardens. It was in front of John Wesley that I decided we should take a picture of the two of us. Marshall has the longest arms so that was his responsibility..
But long arms doesn't mean he has good aim.
At least I look cute. So, I got mad at him and said I didn't wanna take any more pictures with him.
So I made him take pictures of me. We had a little photo shoot.
This is why I married him. Isn't he the cutest thing? I hope our babies look just like him. But not his feet.
So we headed back to our car millions of blocks away. And then made our way to a family-dollar-general, whatever. Marshall had it easy. I told him the night before that I needed a strainer. For the granita I needed to strain the blackberry puree.. but I didn't have one so I spent about 10 minutes spitting out hulls during dinner.
Anyway.. he knew I needed one. But I also need a P-Test. He knew that, too. But did he think which one I would rather have? No. He just wanted more granita.. Boys.
So I got a stinkin' strainer.. and he got coke and nutter butters.
I was disappointed, but I didn't show it. Instead I got me a P-Test today. Perhaps tomorrow morning..
And, alas, our final destination was dessert. We spent a lot for appetizers.. oh and fancy dinner too.. so we went FREE! Half-melted root beer floats. Oh yeah.
Well, Marshall should be on his way home any minute now. I'm gonna pop a frozen pizza in the oven and quit eating all the Cheez-Its. At least they're baked and not fried. Then we're hooking up our NEW FLAT-SCREEN LCD HDTV I DON'T WHAT THESE INITIALS MEAN!
