The Caroline Vault: A Georgia Peach…and I'm not talking about the drink

Jamey and I recently went to a wedding in Savannah, Georgia (for those of you who know them, it was Dave and Lisanne’s wedding). We met up with a couple of friends while we were there and decided to go get some drinks before the rehearsal dinner. A few people ordered beers, I ordered a gin and soda, and Jamey, always classy, ordered off of the bar’s extensive martini list. His selection, which he claimed would “refresh and invigorate him,” was the Georgia Peach.

This is a classic Jamey move, and by now, being used to his ridiculousness, I figured that the waitress would bring him a peach-colored martini, we’d all exchange concerned looks as he got all excited, and then we’d move on. But alas, it was not that easy.

The drink they brought Jamey was bright orange, in a martini glass, and had hot orange sugar and a peachy-0 delicately balanced on the rim of the glass (apparently the piece de resistance of the Georgia Peach martini).

I comforted myself with the thought that at least we were in a tiny, dark bar and no one but the waitress would really every know what Jamey ordered. Just as I breathed a sigh of relief, Jamey asked the waitress, “Are we allowed to take our drinks to the park?”, and points to one of the nearby, garden-esque squares that Savannah is so famous for.

Of course we were allowed to drink in the park. So much to my chagrin, Jamey paraded into the square, Georgia Peach in hand. In full view of the public.

Jamey proceeded to nurse his fluorescent, pretty drink for the next hour while trying to side-step and nonchalantly dance his way into an old-people party in the square that was unfortunate enough to be right by where we were sitting. Inhibitions in full command (despite the fact that he claimed his drink was “unusually strong”), Jamey didn’t get more than a few feet away from our bench before turning back.

All of this is pretty standard if you know Jamey, but I promise you, this drink took things to the next level—a level you can only fully appreciate by seeing it for yourself! See Exhibit A, a Georgia Peach:

5 thoughts on “The Caroline Vault: A Georgia Peach…and I'm not talking about the drink”

  1. Jamey – his fruity drink, womanly gloves, strange need for dilution, poor water vessels, and miserable sense of direction self – should consider just handing this blog over to you. Hilarious! The Caroline Vault is one of your greatest ideas yet Jamey, next to sunroofs with rain sensors of course.


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