A Walkabout
In the words of Crocodile Dundee, I just took a ‘walkabout’. Some would call it getting lost, but it was an adventure through the dark alleys and homeless population of Savannah. Anyone who knows me would know that I have a great sense of direction, and wondered around downtown all evening without a hitch. But after a few of the mircrobrews, I suppose my innate sense of direction was overrode. The good news is, I made it back safely.
The bad news is, Savannah Smiles has new hours, of which they are closed on Sundays. How much of a bummer is that? I guess I will just have to go there Thursday night when I am back in town. Due to this, my evening is now much less eventful and I suppose it’s time to get some sleep. Oh how boring.
