It had been a long and bumpy morning, trying to get a gaggle of hung over frat boys out for a 1:00 PM breakfast. We ended up leaving the group in favor of Denny's where I encountered another horrible experience by traversing out of the 'standard order' of nachos.
Alas, I headed out to Goose to pick up a gargantuan sub for the superbowl party I was heading too, and off it was onto 78 and east into Jersey!
The drive was uneventful, scanning the radio station desperatly trying to get 94.1 WYSP tunned in so I could hear the Eagles fight song, getting moderatly lost in Jersey City. But it all ended well when I was greeted by stu's girlfriend in the basement of his Hoboken apartment. The night was wonderful and eventful, with a plethora of candid pictures, a case of Mad Dawgs, and more food than you could imagine.
.. and the eagles lost ...
MOVING ON! Had a wonderful morning conversation with everyone before heading out to hit Baltimore in time to fly home. After getting lost trying to hit Philly, we decided to head straight south to Deleware and visit some giant Deleware mall. After spending some time in this area, I came to the following conclusion. Deleware, as a state, is disenchanted with the entire union. This has led them to abolish sales tax, create different liscensce plates, and even odd police cars. Although probably caused by their miniscule size and odd shape, Deleware is the oddest state ever. Therefore, I think I have unearthed Deleware's unspoken motto.
"Deleware: We just don't give a fuck."
Next time you are driving around this strange state, say it in your head as you look at the denzins of the area and their odd cultures. It is suprisingly true.. Deleware just doesn't give a fuck.