On Saturday, we bought a scooter: a 50cc Buddy by Genuine. Here he is with his proud papa!
The scooter had been in the works for some time actually. Manny and I both live within about three miles of our work places. But we have differing schedules and one car. Usually one of us bikes — totally cool, as we’re big fans of biking. However… it is already 80+ degrees each day and there are some pretty aggressive not-bike-friendly motorists in the lovely city of Savannah. We are dead-set against getting another car anytime soon. And them’s the math. As far as we were concerned the sum equalled scooter.
I’m proud to report we are in love. We tested different brands and weighed all of the scooting options, and the Buddy was the clear favorite from the get-go. There are a couple of scooter stores in Savannah, but we can highly recommend Motorini on Bull Street. Seriously, they are the best around. Motorini rents scooters too, so if you’re coming to town for just a few days, you still have good reason to check them out.
Scooters are immensely fun to drive — and they’re an economical way to get around. I’d always wanted one — but more so after I got to ride a Vespa in Rome a few years ago (seriously… Rome… on a scooter… TDF). When, a few months ago, I mentioned the scooter-idea to Manny, his pupils dilated and he decided it was the most brilliant and wonderful idea I’d ever had. And so, we are become scooting people.
(A little taste of Woodbine, GA humor…)
But the weekend fun didn’t stop there. After picking up our new Buddy on Saturday, we drove to Woodbine, GA, which is about an hour and a half south of Savannah, for the town’s annual crawfish festival.
To be fair, I didn’t know this was a thing until Friday morning when my dental hygienist mentioned it to me. I was like… I WANT TO GO TO THERE. Naturally, Manny felt the same.
We set off feeling rather proud of ourselves for getting out of the house and away from our kitchen renovation. However... when we arrived, halfway through the second day, there were NO MORE CRAWDADS.
Yeah, I know. It begs the question: If there are no crawfish, is it still a crawfish festival?
To be fair to Woodbine, we didn’t exactly starve. They still had some pretty great étouffée left when we rolled in. And funnel cake. Can’t go wrong with funnel cake. (Granted, you can’t go right with funnel cake, either. But whatevs.)
In other fun news, the plumber is going to arrive *any minute* to begin hooking up our sink and dishwasher. SO EXCITED CAN BARELY HANDLE IT GAAAAAAH!!!
I mean, seriously… do you know what this means?
Not washing dishes in the guest bathtub is going to be pretty great, I bet.
In anticipation of the sink getting all hooked up, we did a big grocery run on Sunday. Never has a person been so excited to go grocery shopping. The following images provide a convenient visual explanation as to why:
Little Caesar’s, I’m officially breaking up with you. Your $5 Hot-N-Ready’s were of great assistance as we renovated our kitchen. But it’s time for us to eat vegetables again. (Note to readers: Please ignore the prominent pint of Ben & Jerry’s in our otherwise healthy grocery cart.)
And now it’s time for me to share a dirty secret with you. I am a plant murderer. It is a fact that fills me with shame. Here is our garden — our poor, poor garden…
WHAT HAVE I DONE?!!
I mean, seriously — were there ever sadder plants than these? I am so upset about this. You should have *seen* this garden last fall — we planted it after buying the house, around the time we built ourselves that charming brick garden path. The garden thrived and flourished and was the crowning glory of our little back yard. But then we started renovating the kitchen and everything else took a back seat. The garden became overgrown with weeds. The azaleas and camellia bush sputtered, choked, and dried out for lack of water.
Any green thumbs out there have advice? The plants don’t seem to be totally dead, just very dry — but will watering bring them back? Any special fertilizers we should look into?
Oh, the shame…