This weekend two long time friends of mine got married in Savannah, Georgia.
Photo by: Fee Story
The bride I’ve known since I was 19 and as long as I’ve known her she has been unreasonably hot and absolutely humble and sweet about it. Her broom, I’m always in awe of, for her sensational photography talents and eye for beauty. Clearly that eye is flawless since she laid eyes on my darling and opted to marry her after 6 years of relationship building.
Coupled with the excitement of a well dressed, stunning gay wedding, it was the first time I’d ever traveled out of town with a lover. Those kinds of things are always telling. And I am happy to report that we did not kill each other and we are still dating. That’s always nice.
Since we waited until the last minute to book our rooms (this was not planned), we ended up booking a pretty sweet B&B Friday night and a room at the Holiday Inn on Saturday…no shade to the Holiday Inn, it’s just not as charming. Look how charming this is!
This charming two-story home was built in 1896. The antique feel bumped up the romance factor times 1000.
I mean frankly, you always feel warmer and sweeter when you’re surrounded by beautiful things.
We got the Ginger Mercer room, the largest bedroom in the house. It was huge and bright with the prettiest periwinkle walls and massive four poster king size bed. I could have slept 1000 years in this bed.
It also features an upstairs balcony overlooking the street below.
And a fantastic bathroom with a huge tub and standalone shower with double vanities. It reminded me of my favorite homes in New Orleans.
When we arrived we were greeted by our excessively cheerful innkeeper Elaine who was making cinnamon covered chocolate truffles. I grabbed one and an American Honey Whiskey and opted to chill before we headed to the rehearsal dinner on Tybee Island.
Waited around a bit for the bride and broom and dined on a few yummy items; namely a shrimp and grits dish with chorizo, melted manchego cheese and roasted garlic and these yummy cocktails made with gin and cucumbers.
Gio’s gorgeous married self was there.
And I even saw my Kyndra who I hadn’t seen in nearly 5 years since she moved to NYC. Crazy how time flies.
It was totally fun seeing everyone but we had to get back to our room so we could actually enjoy our one night there. Cozy cozy.
The next morning Elaine made breakfast. The coffee was incredible. It had this yummy chicory flavor and was served from the cutest tea set.
Then I ate the best pancakes I’ve ever had, bar none. She folds cream cheese into the flour to make them exceptionally creamy and moist and covers them in a blueberry and orange maple sauce. The white topping is a mixture of vanilla yogurt and lemon zest. I couldn’t stand how good they were. Seriously, could not stand it.
After a seriously filling breakfast sadly it was time to leave this picture book so to transition more easily we opted for massages before we checked into our next hotel.
And since it was a food trip and the massage parlor was dangerously close, we went to Lady & Sons where I had the most underwhelming meal I’ve had in months.
The fried chicken was fine but it was no Watershed. The baked chicken was yummy but I found that out too late.
And the buffet was rather small and limited but I will say this, the staff there is awesome or at least our server was awesome.
After dinner a series of extremely unfortunate events occurred and I’d rather never speak of them again, needless to say they all led up to me, Rian, one of her oldest friends, to miss the ceremony. I could have shot myself. I still might. But she looked GORGEOUS
And I died to for these super sparkly Kate Spade slingbacks.
I came with the second prettiest girl at the party (obviously the prettiest being the drop dead stunner of a bride Mimie). 😀 Don’t mind my tear strewn face.
And as I thought, hot, well dressed crowd.
And here’s Tabia and her broomswoman and man.
And the lovely wedding cake. I never got a piece because I opted to eat the stupid dumb delicious key lime pie they served instead. But it sure was pretty.
Drinks led us to the newly married couples beach house where we crashed on the couch and helped make brunch the next morning. I don’t know how I’ll repay my social faux pas but I will.
One quick beach run later (she doesn’t like the beach…who doesn’t like the beach???) and we were headed back to Atlanta. It pretty much was the best possible “birthday weekend” getaway ever…or at least that’s what I’m going to look at it as, a playa is broke. lol.