I had no idea what else was transpiring in downtown Savannah last weekend, other than the Kiss-a-Pig kickoff I was racing to, but man was there some traffic — and no parking to be had anywhere.
Granted, it was finally a postcard kind of day in Savannah, so there were probably lots of tourists. Turns out there was some Mardi Gras event there, too.
By the time I got a parking spot — on the very top level of the Bryan Street garage — and made my way to City Market, all the fun was done at Kiss-a-Pig. The fun of driving in Savannah was only just beginning.
I had to get to the Southside and thanks to a wreck on 204 outbound and another wreck on 204 inbound just a quarter-mile apart, it took about 30 minutes to get from the Veterans Parkway exit to the Forest River bridge. Later, after I decided it wasn’t worth it trying to fight 204 on the way back out, I opted to take Abercorn to White Bluff to DeRenne and 516. It took another 30 minutes on White Bluff from Abercorn to DeRenne.
And St. Patrick’s Day isn’t even here yet. It was tempting to cut a swath through the swarm of tourists, though that’s wrong to do on a lot of levels. As the songwriter John Lydon once bellowed, “Because tourists are money.”