In the historic town of Savannah in April, the days are a perfect 82 degrees, the trees are green and Spanish moss is delicately hanging over the cool squares that define this unique southern getaway. If you catch a local story teller late at night over glasses of spirited sweet tea's, he'll swear the moss is actually strands of gray hair from a wronged woman named Mary who just won't rest. Tiny shops with friendly owners show you treasures within and always ask where you're from. And if you're Mel, April and Julie on a Friday night, two bottles of champagne in, cocktails from Jazz'd in hand and roaming the City Market unable to commit to one location, it's not a problem. We sit on a bench and let the bar come to us...
Bench of Life Bar 04/09
"We've all tried to drink out of wood." --Mel
"Treason against the country of Mel."
"The structural integrity of my wedges are far more aesthetically pleasing than hers." --Julie
Ape- I don't want to talk about it.
Random Guy- Yeah you do. You brought it up.