Family Weekend at GSU

I only have just a minute to catch up you up on our weekend. We headed down below the gnat line on Friday afternoon to enjoy Family Weekend with our boy. G is in Statesboro but we waited too late to make our reservations so we were “forced” to stay in Savannah. While it goes without saying that the highlight of our weekend was the time we spent with our son, we so enjoyed being in the beautiful city of Savannah. While I didn’t see Ruby or Paula, don’t think for one minute I felt cheated. This town is so beautiful. Friday night we had dinner with our boy, his girl and her parents in a City Market cafe then took a leisurely stroll along River Street enjoying the brisk cool evening. It was delightful. I couldn’t help but wondering “if these walls and streets could talk” what great stories they would tell. The juxtaposition of the new with the old in this town is just fascinating.

Saturday we spent the day in Statesboro (“the boro” as the locals call it). We hadn’t seen G’s new apartment or met one of his roommates so we were thrilled to be able to do both. Then we did what every parent in this town was doing – took our child shopping. It was chaos. Now I love to shop but great goodness, we could hardly move in TJ Maxx. But we toughed it out and were successful in adding to G’s wardrobe. Then it was . . . drum roll please . . . game time. Let me set the stage: College – Football – Fraternity – Tailgating. You get the idea.

G was great about including us and introducing us to his friends. And hopefully we did nothing to embarrass him. Except maybe when my chicken sandwich flew off my plate and hit one of his buddies in the leg (it was windy, okay). We did go to the game – for about 30 minutes. Then it started to rain so that was that. We took a unanimous vote and decided to go meet some friends at a local restaurant and do what every die-hard fan does when such happens. . . watch it on tv in a warm, dry comfortable place that serves sweet tea, chicken nachos and key lime pie.

It was a great being in the midst of my boy’s home away from home; to see a snippet of what life is like for him there. We had a great time.