Gotta get to homework. Can't blog about the rest of my amazing vacation yet, but I CAN tell anyone who still reads this that have 6 gmail invites just itchin to get outta my possession. If anyone wants an invite, email me at bernypark@gmail.com
Sunday, August 29
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Monday, August 16
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Berny has made his magnificent and glorious return to this wonderful land. I was surprised to find that it actually IS wonderful here. More wonderful than Canada. Cold 'n rainy all day long. I'm getting ahead of myself. I'll start on August 1 when I left for Philly. I was traveling with my mom to visit colleges in the north east. Our plane was supposed to leave at 3ish in the afternoon but of course things never work out the way they're supposed to and we didn't take off until 7. This was a day or so after the terror alert was raised in NY and other places and as if that didn't screw stuff up enough, American Airlines and US Airways caught a bug which set off all their flights by 2 hours. When we first boarded, we were in row 14 which apparently is the new unlucky number because our seats were in front of the bathroom and it smelled like the aftermath of some horrible poo orgy. Nasty to the max. Luckily the plane was having problems (irony?) and when they docked it again my mom complained and at first the US Air people were not to helpful. They said that there was no poop service because we weren't at a hub but my mom saw a truck clearly labeled "dookie" and when she pointed this out, the good people at US air depooed the plane. We got back in an hour later and it smelled like those blue thingies they put in public toilets. Major improvement. Good job US Air.
Well we got to Philly pretty late and to our hotel at about 1AM. It was so late we decided it wouldn't be worth it to go out to eat real food so we found a vending machine and my dinner cosisted entirely of monkeys, camels, bears, lemurs, and whatever else they manage to cram in a bag of animal crackers. The next day we visited Villa nova. I won't go into the details, but I will say that I liked the school. After the tour and info session, we headed up north stopping in Connecticuit to visit my long lost Aunt Sarah. I call her long lost because I've seen the woman only twice in the last 10 years. Anyways, my uncle was not there at the time, but she was not alone. No no no she had company. 3 cats. I like cats, don't get me wrong. Or rather, I like OTHER people's cats. LIVING with cats is a whole 'nother box that I don't want to open. Spot, Tucker, and Daphne (officially dubbed "Princess of Quite a Lot") are quite fun to be around. Well Tucker and Daphne are. Spot's afraid of everything Daphne lords over and then some. As if the cat weren't quirky enough it ONLY drinks out of a bathroom sink and waits silently near the bathroom door until my aunt (and ONLY my aunt) turns on the faucet. Tucker is so big he could easily be/take on a bouncer. He's a brute and likes to beat up the other 2. Daphne just avoids him, but poor spot got nailed a number of times. All so fatass Tucker could get more food. Daphne had her nose and tail in the air the whole time and didn't look at us lesser beings once. Well my aunt had a delicous lunch ready for us (a chiche of some sort, followed by the most exquisite Ghiradelli brownies ever made. They were chocorgasmically delicious).
Well we left her house and went on to Providence. The next day we visited the college. Nice school. Kinda small. Good nonetheless. Then we drove up to Boston. WOO! I love that city. I've written a lot already I'll tell you about my trek through Bean Town next time.
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Well we got to Philly pretty late and to our hotel at about 1AM. It was so late we decided it wouldn't be worth it to go out to eat real food so we found a vending machine and my dinner cosisted entirely of monkeys, camels, bears, lemurs, and whatever else they manage to cram in a bag of animal crackers. The next day we visited Villa nova. I won't go into the details, but I will say that I liked the school. After the tour and info session, we headed up north stopping in Connecticuit to visit my long lost Aunt Sarah. I call her long lost because I've seen the woman only twice in the last 10 years. Anyways, my uncle was not there at the time, but she was not alone. No no no she had company. 3 cats. I like cats, don't get me wrong. Or rather, I like OTHER people's cats. LIVING with cats is a whole 'nother box that I don't want to open. Spot, Tucker, and Daphne (officially dubbed "Princess of Quite a Lot") are quite fun to be around. Well Tucker and Daphne are. Spot's afraid of everything Daphne lords over and then some. As if the cat weren't quirky enough it ONLY drinks out of a bathroom sink and waits silently near the bathroom door until my aunt (and ONLY my aunt) turns on the faucet. Tucker is so big he could easily be/take on a bouncer. He's a brute and likes to beat up the other 2. Daphne just avoids him, but poor spot got nailed a number of times. All so fatass Tucker could get more food. Daphne had her nose and tail in the air the whole time and didn't look at us lesser beings once. Well my aunt had a delicous lunch ready for us (a chiche of some sort, followed by the most exquisite Ghiradelli brownies ever made. They were chocorgasmically delicious).
Well we left her house and went on to Providence. The next day we visited the college. Nice school. Kinda small. Good nonetheless. Then we drove up to Boston. WOO! I love that city. I've written a lot already I'll tell you about my trek through Bean Town next time.
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