St. Patrick's Day in Savannah!

I made it home just in time for St. Patrick's Day! In Savannah, the parade was on Friday morning and the celebration lasted all weekend and was really wrapping up on actual St. Patrick's Day.

John's brother Raynor came down to help celebrate and we had a great weekend full of grilling on the back slab and knocking around town. The following are some pictures from Parade Friday.

One of the first sights to see was this pair. If you'll note, the old guy is wearing an oxygen tank. I was hoping his massive beer mug was only filled with water. Some people never grow up.

On to the parade. There were more bagpipe bands and fife and drum corps than were necessary, but they were fun and some of them were just divisions of larger, more traditional, marching bands from all over the country.

I wanted this to say "Wighty Tighties" but it's actually the Highty-Tighties from Virginia Tech.

Some of you may not know this, but I LOVE sousaphones. Not so much the sound, though that is impressive too, but they look so cool, especially the shiny silver ones dancing around in the sun.

The bible beaters were out during the parade and as they proceeded around the square you could tell where they were based on the honks and squawks coming from those obnoxious plastic horns that the vendors were selling. I didn't get a picture of it, but there was another crazy across the square that had a sign saying something to the effect of "Let me tell you why you'll be going to Hell."

The mayor was in the parade and was throwing beads with a decidedly less than Mardi Gras response.

There was an inflatable toilet. I'm not sure if it was an advertisement or just a harbinger of the evening for many parade goers.
The Wells Fargo Wagon made an appearance. The driver urged the horses up to a gallop for the block in front of us.

Some people had dyed their goats green. I'm not sure how they decided which goat got to ride...

John had a good time disparaging the fat guy driving the car pulling the race car. He was yelling "looks like Tony Stewart!" John is not a Jeff Gordon nor a Tony Stewart fan.

Check out this tacky truck pulling a float covered in church-like stained glass windows.

Tybee Island had a float which was likely recycled the next day for their own parade.
By mid-afternoon I'd had enough bagpipes so I went home for a few hours and left the boys to enjoy River Street and the funniest tourist T-shirts of the day "I got River-faced on sh*t Street." As I rode the ferry across to the convention center where we had parked, the fire boats were dying the river green.