Savannah, Georgia: Act II

Savannah is another cool, old city.

Where else can you get free lap dances and flowers made out of straw?

Why Savannah, Georgia, of course.

This year, we sprinkled a new twist to the Savannah, GA visit by scheduling an afternoon dolphin cruise down the Savannah River and into the Atlantic Ocean.  More on that in a moment.

We start today's installment with an out-of-focus picture of what the locals call "Chatham Artillery Punch". 

Appropriately blurry image of a drink designed to kill you -- slowly.

This year, Bill joined me in partaking the CAP at the Shrimp Factory on River Street. 

I likes me a drink with a little history. 

For those interested, here's the abbreviated Poogie version of the story.

The Chatham Artillery dates back to 1786.  They like shooting cannons to celebrate funerals and George Washington.  Their chicks like to make fruity drinks because it is hotter than Hell in Savannah.  They put out a bowl of oranges and water to drink.  The artillery dudes start laughing at them.  They start pulling out flasks of whisky, rum, brandy, battery acid, Fire Water (that one is for you, bro) and the head of Alfredo Garcia.  They are hot and drunk and start pouring this mixture into the skull of Charles Cornwallis or Stonewall Jackson (I was a little fuzzy on that one).  The dudes then top it off with some champagne to cover their tracks before the chicks find out what they've done to their version of orange-aide.

Chatham Artillery Punch is born.

Don't believe me?  Sure, I have been infected with the stuff, but my version is pretty close.  See below.  Enlarge it for the full effect.

 

Did you read those ingredients?  Yikes.

Here's what it looks like in today's terms.

$250 bucks for a buzz?

Anyway, Bill and I powered through CAP after the dolphin cruise.  Although, it is possible that we were never on the cruise at all.  The CAP shaved a month off my life. 

There's an alleged one drink limit, but we got the glass for posterity's sake.  I am toying with the idea of brewing the CAP for the pig roast.

Any takers?

Any-who.  Here are the rest of the pictures.

Finding shade while waiting for Justin Bieber to load us onto the dolphin cruise.

Joey wonders why the Earth is melting.

Downtown Savannah, GA from the back of the Dolphin Magic.

A glistening Mommy feigning a smile as we hurtle down the river at 25 knots.

The dolphin cruise was a good break from downtown Savannah. 

Yes, we saw dolphins, but unfortunately, my camera succumbed to the heat and humidity and stopped working.  I know Bill captured some dolphins jumping in the wake of the boat. 

I was kind of expecting the dolphins to jump into the boat since that's what it looks like on the Dolphin Magic website.

Check it out below.

....unless you subsequently drink the CAP.

Amazing how you can photoshop your way into the "experience you'll never forget."

Reality is so yesterday.