Savannah is truly an amazing city.

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If you had told me when I was younger that I would end up living in the deep South, I would not have believed you. I am a true Northerner and I have what I consider to be deep roots in Michigan. And I am very proud of my Northern heritage.

But Savannah has become my home. It continuously surprises me with its quirky gentleness. This weekend was a perfect example.

Since I have lived in Savannah (and I am now in my fifteenth year), Savannah has grown three large festivals into the level of international notoriety: the Music Festival, the Book Festival and the Movie Festival.

Several months ago we were fortunate enough to see Stephen King at the Book Festival, thanks to the kindness of dear friends. I was not a Stephen King fan (mainly because he scares me), but I am now. He was extremely entertaining and witty.

My husband’s and my lives have been a little stressful lately with family illnesses, heavy work schedules and lots of travel. We have basically been going in different directions.

This past Saturday night, we went out together for an evening. We had tickets to see Lyle Lovett and John Hiatt who were appearing as part of the Savannah Musical Festival.

We got dressed up and drove downtown on a beautiful evening.

One of the many appealing attributes of Savannah is its very approachable size and its ease of navigability. We parked at our firm’s parking garage and walked over to my favorite restaurant in Savannah, which is The Olde Pink House. The music venue is less than a block away from the restaurant and our parking garage.

The Olde Pink House is beautiful and is full of Savannah history. Many claim that it is haunted. I have not seen any ghosts there, but I did have a bizarre encounter with Daryl Hannah at the bar a number of years ago.

We head down into the bar, which is extremely dark and crowded. We make our way around and, as my eyes are still getting adjusted, I notice that my husband is no longer at my side. I turn to look for him and see him off to the side, talking to someone.

As my eyes continue to adjust, I realize that person is Lyle Lovett.

I do not typically approach celebrities. I would like to think it is because I am respectful of their privacy, but I think it is most likely because I am a chicken. I would never have pegged my husband as someone who would approach them either – mainly because he wouldn’t care. Apparently, though, there was something about Lyle, who was sitting by himself and drinking coffee, that called to my husband.

They had a lovely conversation. We had a drink, Lyle left and my husband and I got a table and ordered dinner. And, by the way – we sat at Lyle’s table and I sat in the chair that had just previously been occupied by him.

The food here never disappoints. I started my meal with a salad with warm goat cheese and a cornbread muffin. There are no pictures of this part as I think I inhaled it.

For my entrée, I ordered an appetizer platter called the Tavern Platter. It featured fried green tomatoes in a cream corn sauce (I swear I did not put my finger in it – I used a spoon, but I had to taste it to see what it was), a grilled portobello mushroom with blue cheese (delicious!!), and artichoke and goat cheese fritters (to die for!!). All enjoyed with a delightful glass of very cold chardonnay. Perfect dinner.

Hubby and I then headed over to the concert venue and, as we were entering, we ran into a younger lawyer from our law firm. We exchanged pleasantries, and it took me maybe five seconds before I told him that we just had drinks with Lyle Lovett. “Yeah right” was his response. “Seriously, we did,” I said. “I don’t believe you,” he laughed – and then went and found his seat.

We got to our seats and the concert started. It was unbelievable. Lyle and John Hiatt were sitting in comfortable looking chairs, with their guitars. No other people were on stage. One would sing a song, they would talk for a bit, and then the other one would sing. Sometimes, they would accompany each other.

About half way through the concert, Lyle and John are chatting between songs and Lyle says “yeah, I met Saunders before the concert at the Pink House ….”

Saunders is my husband.

Before I could control myself, I screamed.  And then I laughed the rest of the weekend about it. Our associate was duly impressed.

Things like this happen in Savannah all of the time. It is a small town, yet attracts big talent due to its uniqueness.

It has so much character.