St. Patrick’s Day in Savannah is unlike anywhere else in the world

The St. Patrick’s Day celebration in Savannah attracts hundreds of thousands of people each year. For several days, natives of this normally graceful Southern city hide while hordes of tourists determinedly celebrate the brilliance of open container laws and Irish drinking culture.

I’ve been joining the St. Patty’s party in Savannah for years, now. Begun with my friends Carly and Jacqueline in 2012, this has now evolved into an annual “girls’ trip” tradition that Carly and I never miss.

While the group of women changes a bit based on life roulette, one thing remains the same: Drunk people in public are hilarious. And should be recorded on Facebook. For, you know, posterity.

I like to think it’s really a public service.

As a recovering journalist, I often feel the need to chronicle things and share them with the world. This compulsion turns out to come in handy when you are somewhere people continually say weird things out loud.
So here, for your reading pleasure, here is a collection of the best moments from the past six year’s worth of St. Patrick’s days in the Low Country.

Here’s the best of “Overheard in Savannah”

Who hasn’t?

 

Okay … and how does that work out for you?

 

Because of course you are.

She’s just not that into you.

 

When “street” meets literal street.

 

I hear babies are real party animals.

 

I like Jason.

 

Priorities.

 

You know that time.

 

Fair enough.

 

Seems breezy, but you do you.

 

Those boys from Omaha are sensitive types.

 

Science is hard, y’all.

 

You take me to the nicest places.

 

Please. I bet they’re braiding each other’s hair right now.

 

Well, that escalated quickly.

 

 

It’s always good to have a plan.

 

Dammit, Meredith, we talked about this!

 

I can’t decide if context would make this better.

 

Let’s define “slutty.”

 

Can you hear me?

 

Way to make things awkward, Janet.

 

How it always ends:

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