small world
Distance is nothing if you're creative, patient, and smart. Directions, GoogleMaps, my blackberry, and certain chemicals have helped me take the MBTA, MTA, NJ Transit, SEPTA, Lucky Star, Bolt Bus (twice), a cab in New York City, and two in Philly. I've seen signs for Springfield, Providence, Hartford, Hoboken, and Camden. I waited in Penn Station from three to four in the morning. Wednesday I went to Center City in Philadelphia at one in the morning for some ice cream. Yesterday, I had chimichangas and frozen strawberry margartias on Columbus Ave in New York. I laid in Strawberry Fields in Central Park for about a half hour. Before dinner time, I bought a large soda at Roy Rogers in Sturbridge, Massachusetts. Around ten last night, I bought two insane mixtures of ice cream and mix-ins at Cold Stone's in Beacon Hill, and ate it with this boy. I think he's the reason for all of this traveling, and I told him to bring his passport to Boston, because with us, you never know. And this week--it isn't even over yet.