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I love Christmas, the festivities, celebrating a special birth, the exchange of gifts, buying and cooking the turkey, watching and shedding a tear over “It’s a Wonderful Life,” the whole nine yards. Unfortunately I hate New Year’s Eve with a passion. I just regard it as the passing of another year of my allotted three score and twenty and I don’t appear to have many left. My wife, however, loves New Years Eve and wants to go out and party.

 I would prefer to go to bed around 11.00pm and rise the next morning in the realization that the calendar is indicating a new year. But you want to keep the missus happy and I reluctantly go along for the ride. So this year we decided to park the bus in Savannah and soak up the atmosphere in one of America’s most historic cities.

Memorable Moments:

1. Reconnecting with the historic squares; dripping in Spanish moss from imposing oak trees; oozing with charm and history.
2. Bloody Mary in Tubby’s on the Riverfront
3. Impromptu acapello singing in The Pink House
4. Watching fireworks across the river from the roof of our hotel on the stroke of midnight.
5. Live music in the City Market on New Year’s Eve
6. Good meal, good service, good company at the Boar’s Head on Sunday the day before New Year’s Eve.
7. Harry O’Donohue performing a raucous version of “Living Next Door to Alice” in Kevin Barry’s Irish Bar.
8. Spotting an alligator basking in the winter sunshine along the 15^th fairway at Crosswinds Golf Club.
9. Wine tasting in City Market. Meinhardt wines were not my favorite, but the owner who was a dead ringer for Brian Dennehy was entertaining.

Not so memorable Moments:

1. Paying $32 for a mediocre steak at The Pink House that I could have bought in a Waffle House for $7.99. A diffident waitress didn’t help matters.
2. Playing golf on a somewhat bland layout at Crosswinds Golf Club that unforgivably allowed a five ball group to play ahead of us.
3. Some of the seafood on the Riverfront left a lot to be desired.
4. Leopold’s ice-cream which was completely overrated compared to Joe’s Ice-Cream in Swansea, Wales
5. Being head-butted (accidently but still painful) by a drunken brunette in the City Market in the early hours of 2013.
6. Being asked to move tables in an alfresco café by a despicable little character wearing a bandana called Will Jones. He tried to bribe us with two glasses of wine when a bottle would have been the clincher.

Based on a count back, the memorable moments outweigh the not so memorable, so spending New Year’s Eve in Savannah was relatively successful. Without further ado I would like to wish my reader (Freudian slip) a happy and healthy new year.

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