I had the chance to go home for a few days earlier this month. I don’t get to go to Savannah often, but this trip was for a specific purpose — my baby sister’s debutante ball.
That’s right, y’all. I’m from the South.
Here’s the basic idea: it’s a huge summer of parties followed by a formal Christmas presentation that indicates that girls are eligible for marriage. There’s a lot of tradition associated with it, so if you’re curious, ask me.