Everything is bigger when you’re looking through the eyes of a mouse.

Tacos and port. Chocolate cheesecake. The renegade pile-in clown car trip for sweets was a godsend. Amidst the food coma and port induced silliness we (all 6… 7? of us) made the executive decision to make haste to the sweetshop. Upon emerging from the poorly illuminated stairwell of my building, Amy took off into the night as we squinted through the rain to see what the commotion of car alarms and flashing lights really was. Her car & her alarm vs. Their tow truck. Glitter, a soft voice, and a stunning face can do so much for the situation as she can sweetly prove on a consistent basis. Upon the salvation or her car we continued our trip to candy mountain. Passing Rebecca’s car we find another parking “cop” beginning the ticket and tow process… really??? It was like Jesus Christ resurrected his army of parking fairies and sent them off into the night to find ANYONE in violation of the rules of the road. 1 down, 2 in process, and now we’re off to check on Shoko’s car. Luckily enough, a bookstore parking lot is a safe haven… Parking fairies must not know how to read, terrified of it probably. It was like reverse recon, instead of picking up hostages, we were dropping persons off in their respective locations to check to see if their most prized (rather, most expensive) possession was in imminent danger of being taken captive against its will. Safe.

When you’re full of cheesecake, it seems like a fitting idea to put on your candy apple blue (is that even a real color?) electro shades (you know, the ones with the slits in them that really serve NO purpose other than to make you look “cool” by night, and give you a shutter like suntan/burn across your face by day, yes those ones) and check in online for my overnight flight to Boston, Mass. via Philadelphia, PA. “Window seat exit row UuUUUhhhNn!” *gang signs* It’s the glasses, I swear)
Tomorrow I will get to see first hand if it is, in fact, ALWAYS Sunny in Philadelphia. I shall report my Intel to home base as soon as I have sufficient and conclusive evidence on the matter.
Until then, I am off to dream of pirate ships and Neoclassic art that have been adequately burned into in my skull through the relentless onslaught of slides this morning in my Art History class.