After all the hub-bub of the season, I feel cut off from all of the red and green, all of the paper snowflakes, all of the cheery music and all the hype.
Nothing good really comes out of January. February has Valentines day… don’t get me started. March has St. Patricks day, which apparently is a huge deal in Savannah. But a beer-less St. Patty’s begs the question: What’s the point? I always get pinched.
Why am I such a party pooper?