wow. april and i survived a trip to nyc by ourselves! no bad luck, no parking troubles, no awkward situations (well except for the dirty indian guy, but more on him later), no jail sentences, no fiasco! damn, it feels good to be a gangster.
um, so let's get started already: we left my place around 830pm friday night; april fell asleep since we had been out late last night and she had carted my drunk ass around. i proceeded to get lost, left to my own devices. okay, not really; i mean it's not that hard, it's a straight shot up 95N, i've done it a ton of times, but it HAD been a while. i dunno. somehow, we just ended up in philadelphia (which was pretty, btw), and i was quietly freaking out thinking "i don't remember ever passing through philly before... i mean, i know it's been a while, but dang! you'd think i'd remember something like this!" i guess i just took an alternate beltway type loop around? either way, i know i was on 95N the entire time (and we didn't see it on the way back, so i'm almost wondering if i just briefly entered a parallel95 universe while april was asleep), and we ended up in nyc eventually, if a tad bit late and via connecticut. (i forgot to take the tunnels! why isn't nyc labelled more clearly?)
ANYWAY. so, we got into the hostel pretty late (2am?), the lady was really nice, she let us in, showed us to our beds (top bunks -- woohoo.), we stumbled our ways to the top and passed out for the night. we were awakened by a cute german munchkin sometime before 11am, took showers, and headed out (:ahem: made like a horse's).
that's it for now. i'm suddenly inexplicably tired. maybe it's novurbia.